The Best Answers
Here were the best answers to the "Dumbest Question" that I posted previously:
Funniest Response
Let people know that at the beginning of history, shaking someone’s hand demonstrated that you held no weapon. Since most people are right handed and would hold a knife in that hand, we shake right hands. Let people know that you are concealing a weapon ... and refuse to shake hands. That's a powerful thing to hold over someone.
Best Potential for the Right Person
You should respond to the cute girls with, "Well, my friends plant a big wet one on me!" Try that and see how it goes.
For When I'm Feeling Violent
The next time you’re asked you need to pull a Zidane on them (head-butt them):
Most Helpful
"Sorry I can’t shake your hand, but I’m very pleased to meet you," delivered with a smile but a professional tone in your voice.
Thanks for the laughs and for the practical input, friends!
The Dumbest Question
How's this for one of the dumbest questions you could ask a guy without arms?
"So, how do I shake your hand?"
You don't, you idiot!
Unbelievably, I've heard this question a few different times as of late. One guy wanted to shake my foot, while another wanted to shake my shoulder.
Today I looked the questioner in the eye and responded, "You don't." I think that caught him a bit off guard!
How in the world do I answer that? Have at it, readers. I'm soliciting your input.
Fear of the Unknown
Just a quick check-in tonight. Although I wanted to post something soon, as I missed my normal Sunday night update, I also stopped by here tonight to clear my mind a bit.
This past week or so I've been working on a research paper for my Old Testament class in grad school. This is my second to last class before I fulfill my requirements and graduate. Exciting, huh?
Well, the process of writing this last paper for this class has felt like a slog through the mud. I write quite a bit and I even have a clear picture of where I'm headed with this 10-page paper. Ten pages sounds like a lot, but it really is relatively short in contrast to previous assignments. Although, admittedly, I just want to be finished with classes and my brain has checked out a bit, the struggle to finish this paper has felt much harder than simple "senior-itis". Then, during a dream last night, it hit me!
In my dream I was sitting at the location of my commencement ahead of the ceremony and I just broke down. It felt so overwhelming to be done. I remember saying to a classmate, "Who will I be after this? This is all I've known for so long." It was a horrifying feeling! I was at this event that was supposed to be a celebration and, instead, it felt like an ending -- the death of a part of my identity. I woke up with tears streaming down my face and I thought, "I wonder what that was all about."
As I thought about it this morning, it became clear. For as much excitement, celebration and freedom that lies ahead of me as I complete my degree these next few weeks, I am also very afraid of the unknown. I suppose we all are. Who will I be, at my core, once I have my Master's? What will fill that void of classes and being a student? Those are tough ones for me to answer right now, as silly as it might sound.
All I know is that I'll have to push through it in order to get this damn paper written, because the due date isn't going to wait for me to sort out my life!
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