I don't think my Self will fit in this box. So I'll just tell you stories. I'm good at telling stories.
I hate it when I walk past people with their dogs, and they rein in the dog so it can’t come near me. Um, I was about to pet your dog…
When I travel, I'll do the usual museum circuit, but prefer to just wander around the backstreets, stopping in little cafes and chatting with the owners as well as mutual linguistic skills permit.
I stop the car when I see a turtle crossing the road, get out and move it to the other side so it won’t get hit.
I once carried an entire tray of coffee cake in my backpack on a camping trip. My hard-core backpacker pals chided me the whole way for hauling the unnecessary weight. But the next morning I shared it with them and they suddenly thought it was a great idea.
I discovered that Carnival D’Hiver in Quebec isn’t all that great when you’re there alone.
In Slovakia, an old woman took me up a hill and showed me the beautiful graves of the Nazis the townspeople had killed in the war. When I commented that it was very good of them to give their enemies such a nice burial, she shrugged and said, “Well, we had to do something with them…”
I sneaked into a monastery in Kiev because it was the only place to find a bathroom. The priests all looked like Rasputin. It was one of those reality-check moments.
I can't stand the smell of a lie. Arrogance and hypocrisy likewise piss me off.
I used to volunteer for Amnesty International’s Asylum Seeker program. I’d go into prisons and interview people who had been detained by Immigration while they were applying for political asylum to see if they qualified for Amnesty’s assistance. Oh the stories I heard.
Also, this: Regina Spektor’s “Fidelity”