Take a Better Look

1FA321F9-1681-4FBB-A1DD-8C1B762B4515A blogger, Efisoul63, came up with a series of “getting to know you better” questions that I thought were kind of interesting. And knowing how eager all of you want to know Fandango better, I decided to post my answers.

What keeps you up at night?


What’s the most surprising self-realization you’ve had?

I’m not extraordinary.

What’s the most illegal thing you’ve done?

Smoked pot before it was legalized.

What lie do you tell most often?

I’m extraordinary.

What do you regret not doing?

Not having sex with Carol N. in the 11th grade when she offered.

What gives your life meaning?

The dictionary.

What do you most often look down on people for? What do you think other people look down on you for?

For voting for and continuing to support Donald Trump. For not voting for and not supporting Donald Trump. 

What bridges do you not regret burning?

What? Do you think I’m a pyromaniac? I’ve never burned a bridge in my entire life.

What are you most insecure about?

Taking things too literally.

How do you get in the way of your own success?

Ignorance and apathy. But just between you and me, I don’t know and I don’t care.

What’s one thing you did that you really wish you could go back and undo?

Never sitting down with my parents and talking to them about their lives when they were growing up and how they met each other.

What are you afraid people see when they look at you?

That I look as old as I am.

Why I Don’t Answer My Own Questions

Ursula, at An Upturned Soul, asked me a question in a post that included her response to my weekly prompt, Fandango’s Provocative Question. This week’s question was, “does size matter?” She asked, “Do you believe that size matters, Fandango? Please explain your response.”

And Melanie at Sparks From a Combustible Mind, commented, “I don’t see YOUR thoughts on this Mr. Fandango. What say YOU???”

Okay, those are fair criticisms. Let me start off by saying that I view my role in posting these questions as soliciting the thoughts of others on the topic of the question. I certainly have my own opinions, but I don’t think it’s my place, as the person posing the questions, to offer up my own answers. My interest is learning what the blogging community thinks, not what I think.

Second, I don’t want to influence how others might respond to the question by answering it myself. I know that readers here on WordPress have their own reasoned opinions on provocative matters, but, given that Donald Trump is the POTUS, it’s clear to me that many Americans (around 40%, anyway) are susceptible to the wild rantings of a demented moron and are apparently easily swayed by the expressed opinions of others.

Third, as I read the responses that people post in their own blogs or in the comments on my post, most have already expressed opinions that I share as well, so why pile on with an answer to the question that someone else has already posted?

And one last comment. I am concerned that when I ask a question like “Do you believe that size matters?” some might simply respond with either “yes” or “no.” And so I add “Please explain your response” or “Please elaborate.”

I hope that sufficiently answers the question of why I don’t answer my own FPQ questions.

For what it’s worth, my answer to the question of whether size matters would be that it depends upon the context. In some cases, size doesn’t matter at all, whereas in other cases, it matters a lot.

An Honest Blogger

4CD745AD-5CB5-4C3D-A497-9439E58964DBRory, A Guy Called Bloke, wrote a post today in which he asked this:

How honest are you to your blog and as such, to your readership? Do you think you can be too honest, too open?

This question really struck a chord with me. Why? I was once told that, since I blog anonymously, I am not an honest blogger. Why? Because I’m hiding my true identity, and unless or until I reveal my true identity, I’m being dishonest and disingenuous.

Well I call bullshit on that. I have my reasons for blogging anonymously, primarily having already been the victim of identity theft — twice! So it has nothing to do with being dishonest or disingenuous.

With that out of the way, on my blog I write a lot of flash fiction, often in response to word or picture prompts. Fiction is stories that describes imaginary events and people. Fiction is invention or fabrication as opposed to fact. So, by definition, writing fiction is not about honesty.

I also respond to Q&A prompts, and I do try to honestly answer the questions posed. And finally, as my blog’s tagline says, I post about life, society, and politics.

Other than members of my immediate family, few of my friends or acquaintances know who Fandango is. If they did, the real world me might feel more constrained when it comes to expressing my deep down inside thoughts and feelings on my blog. After all, I have to interact with these people in the real world and I’m a relatively private person.

Thus, it’s here, on my blog, where I’m probably being more honest and genuine in expressing my inner self than I am in the real world.

So back to Rory’s question, I feel that I am honest on my blog and with those who read my blog. As to his second question, I do feel there is a risk of being too honest and too open — in the real world. But not when it comes to my blog, where I can write and post any damn thing I want.

Way or Now Way, Volume, uh, Whatever

Another No Way/So Way challenge from Rory, aka, A Guy Called Bloke. So, here goes:

Been so drunk, just couldn’t walk

Oh so way. On such occasions, which go back many years, as I’m now mostly a teetotaler, I would just lay down with my arms wrapped around the porcelain goddess for the night.Cartoon teen boy sick in the toilet. Wishing he was dead

Had a near death experience

Oh no way.

Talked to yourself in public

Oh so way. Who doesn’t?

Lied about age in order to fit in to the crowd

Oh so way. Well, not so much to fit in with a crowd as much as using a fake ID to get into a drinking establishment when I was underage.

Gatecrashed a party

Oh so way. Who hasn’t?

Sniffed your underwear to see if it’s clean or dirty

Eww. Oh so no way.

Not paid a restaurant bill … deliberately

I’m ashamed to admit it but oh so way. Back in high school my buddy and I would go to a Hot Shoppes restaurant and we’d each order a Mighty Mo sandwich (a Big Mac precursor), French fries with gravy, and a Coke. When we were done, we’d go to the restroom, which was on the lower level, and then, after doing our business, walk back upstairs and exit the restaurant. And before you ask, yes, this was the same guy I was with when I got nabbed for attempting to steal a live chameleon.0df0c076-801d-4752-a098-cc3c81c948c5

Woken up in a strange place, oblivious as  to how you got there

Back in the day, oh so way.

Worn clothing inside out

Oh no way. Not intentionally, anyway.

Broken a mirror

Oh so way, but again, not intentionally.

Believed in a conspiracy theory

Define “conspiracy theory.” If believing that the Russians interfered with the 2016 presidential elections in the U.S. and also with the Brexit vote in the U.K., and if believing that Donald Trump is a willing pawn of Vladimir Putin and Russia are considered  to be “conspiracy theories” — and I don’t believe they are — then oh so way.

Been involved in a riot

Oh so way. I was involved in a protest against…well, guess who…and things got a little out of hand.

Punched someone

Oh so way, but I didn’t throw the first punch. Come to think of it, I don’t think I threw the last punch either. Just a bunch of punches in between. But you know, boys will be boys, amiright?

Share Your World — Thick Skin and Blueberry Pancakes

Monday means Melanie and her weekly Share Your World prompt. So let’s get right to it.

Here are this week’s questions.

Are you thin or thick skinned?  Are you easily offended or tend to let it just roll off your back like a duck does with water?

I think of myself as being rather thicked skinned. I’ve never been easily offended by what others say or think. And as I’ve gotten older, my skin has apparently thickened up even more because, for the most part, I don’t really care what other people think, say, or do…unless it directly and adversely affects me, in which case, I will push back hard.

How important are morals in a healthy society? What are the most important morals for citizens to have?

I answered this when Rory asked it by linking back to THIS old post I wrote a while ago. I will say that I used to believe that strong morals in society were critical for society to function properly, but since Trump became president, apparently amorality is the key to success in America these days.

What will your epitaph be?

He was a very ordinary man who lived a very ordinary life extraordinarily well.

French toast, pancakes or waffles?

Pancakes, with blueberries and/or bananas, thank you.

And finally, what were you grateful for this past week?

After ten straight days of rain, we’ve had more than a week of beautifully sunny weather with stunning blue skies with mild temperatures for this time of year. Rain is back in the forecast, however.598f437b-e946-481e-b346-316f952bd0d4