Pretty much what it says on the tin. I’ve found allsorts of questions online and thought SOD IT, this could be amusing. Plus maybe it’ll give you a tad more insight as to who I am as a person rather than a faceless set of hands behind a keyboard.
What skill would you like to master?
Some sort of musical instrument would be amazinggggggg. I played clarinet, saxophone and bass guitar when I was younger. But being a perfectionist who wants to be good at everything I try in as little time as possible, I stopped with all of them. If I could master it overnight, sign me up!
What are some small things that make your day better?
Sunshine. Coffee. Food. A bubble bath. A good book. Quality time with my family and friends. Shopping. Photography. Being surrounded by animals and nature. Sleep. Fresh air. Music.
How often do you ‘people watch’?
All. The. Time. Anyone who says they don’t is an absolute liar. People watching is a natural part of being a human, I’m sure of it. You can get so much inspiration that way too. A new look to try. Lyrics for a song. You might even spot an old friend. And I just like being nosey. SHOCK HORROR.
What job would you be terrible at?
Anything involving manual labour, heavy lifting and overexertion. Anything with numbers because my brain hates those crafty devils. Anything where I’d get really hot. Anywhere I’d have to stand up (makes my symptoms flare up like crazy if I stand up for any length of time).
What film do you refuse to watch?
Fifty Shades Of Grey. The entire film series in fact.
What would be your dream car?
Does anything as long as it’s chauffer driven count? #iwanttofeelfamous hahaha. But more realistically, I think Fiat 500s are so cute! I’d have a pastel green one and call it Jellybean.
Where is the most interesting place you’ve been?
I’d have to say Poland. I went for a school trip back when I was about 15; the main focus of which was to visit Auschwitz. I’ll try to describe how it felt, but it’ll be nothing compared to the physically gut-wrenching emotions I had at the time. I felt such guilt on behalf of the human race; such guilt that some of us could do that to others. I felt sick to my stomach; sick that I was standing where so many innocent people were mindlessly and systematically slaughtered. It was utterly surreal. I know that these atrocities occurred, but to see evidence of it first-hand didn’t completely sink in. It was truly a harrowing experience that I won’t ever forget.
What are you absolutely determined to do?
Easy peasy. I am utterly, completely and wholeheartedly determined to own a sausage dog one day. Without a shadow of a doubt. For years as a child I was actually terrified of all dogs. My grandparents had a Boxer named Jai who I sadly didn’t appreciate at the time because of my anxiety around canines. It makes me pretty upset to think about it now as I recall her being a really lovely family dog; she’d just get a wee bit excited and run around at times which freaked me out. But now I am bordering on being obsessed with doggos, especially Dachshunds. Their little legs. Their stretched bodies. Those boopable snoots. One day I’ll have a pupper to call my own.
What do you wish your brain was better at doing?
Oh boy this is a good’un. Whilst I adore having a very active brain, I think too much. Granted I’m nowhere near in the same league as I used to be but damn I’m a thinker. Imagination, wanting to learn, curiosity and thinking about new ideas? Yes I possess all of those qualities and they are FABULOUS. But the overanalysing, worrying and making mountains out of molehills? Get away from me. You are not welcome here. In a nutshell, I yearn for my brain to be better at shutting up.
What thing(s) were you scared of as a child?
Going to go all nostalgic for this last question. If we go back to my childhood, we’d find a young Kelsey standing on the edge of a swimming pool. She could clearly see the bottom and adored splashing around. Yet she insisted on worrying about sharks; believing that they were somehow lurking in the chlorinated water. Yep. I used to have a ‘thing’ about sharks in illogical places. I remember a particular pool from a holiday in Portugal that really seemed to bother me. Due to the lighting, weird shadows would fall on the deeper end and my mind would immediately go crazy with wild theories. I convinced myself the shadows could in fact be killer whales. And I used to go even further with my worries; I used to think there could be a shark in the bath. IN THE BLOODY BATH I TELL YOU. I was an odd child.
There we have it, intrepid readers. A little bit of this and that to aid you in painting a hopefully decent picture of me. If this proves to be popular, I may try it again; possibly only answering really off the wall and silly questions, or possibly going down the serious road. We shall see!
Have a good Wednesday, folks.