Stranger 010

lorelai

What’s your full name?

Lorelai Emily. God knows what my parents were thinking. 

Were you named after anyone?

 No, unfortunately, unless you count malicious mermaids.

What’s your average day like?

 I often spend my spare time writing or listening to historical broadway musicals, something I’ve found entertains me to no end.

How far away do you live from where you were born?

 Not far, barely 15 minutes. We visit frequently too.

Is that distance something you think about? Do you have any connection to your place of birth?

 Honestly, the city never crosses my mind and aside from family, I have no ties. 

What do you consider to be your “home”? 

My home is New York, which is odd. I’ve never been and have only seen limited amounts of it on television and such. The city beckons me nonetheless, and I cannot help but feel it is where I belong, my home rather than some rural town with nothing in it.

At the moment, what’s something you’re looking forward to? 

 I’m looking forward to turning eighteen, being able to at last live on my own and attend college / law school. Frankly, I feel prepared for adulthood and am eager to start.

What items do you always take with you when you leave the house?

 I take only two things: 

My phone not to text or fool around on social media like the majority of my generation, but for music and its camera. And my hate of the outdoors to ruin any fun I may have.

When you look in the mirror, what do you notice first about your appearance?

 A nose bigger and more red than Rudolph’s.

If you could change something about your appearance, what would it be?

My thousands of scars and blemishes, freckles excluded. Nothing bothers me more than seeing such blatant imperfections displayed for all to see.

What do you first notice in strangers?

The first thing I notice about strangers are the way they look at people, in that instance most likely me. Whether their intent is passive or malicious, it stands out above all else.

What do think those that know you say about you?

Most likely complaints. I talk too much, desire perfection to the point it affects others, sing show tunes constantly, and am generally not pleasant company, so I can’t image any good input from those around me.

What would you hope they would say?

I would hope, if nothing else, they would say I have a future, that I will make something out of myself.

What do you think strangers notice first about you?

I believe the first thing strangers notice about me is my obnoxiousness. I make it a point to smile at those I make eye contact with, stranger or not, and I often get glares in return, hence the idea of annoyance.

What is your proudest moment? Biggest victory?

My proudest moment was the day my son was… Wait, no. That hasn’t happened yet. Give me 10-15 years and ask again.

What is your biggest regret? Biggest failure?

My biggest regret is my graduation speech. I was so nervous I had to take my heels off in case I fell and the speech itself was a stuttering mess not worthy of anyone’s ears.

If you could change anything about yourself, what would it be?

I would make myself older, successful in the years I missed, and move on from the chapter of my life. I’ve had quite enough of adolescence. 

What makes life worth living?

Good question. I’d have to say the endless possibilities/ unpredictability of life and paths open to everyone, allowing people from the bottom to rise to the top and vice versa. Or strawberry cake.

If you could know exactly when and how you would die, would you want to know?  

If I could know my exact death, I would prefer to know. Sure, ignorance is bliss, but if it can be altered, toyed with, I’d like to try.

What is the one rule you try to live by? Do you feel successful at following it?

The rule I live by is “Don’t fuck it up.” Simple, crass, and still meaningful for a perfectionist. I’m definitely not successful, as much as I try. 

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