Here are my answers to prompts #14-17.

In what ways do you communicate online?

The primary way I communicate online is via this blog and my story archive blog – This is Another Archive – where I post the flash fiction and fictional tales I wrote throughout the 10 years I’ve been blogging and writing. The only other way I communicate online is by posting photos from my garden and trips on my personal Facebook page.

I used to post photos on Instagram but I’ve found it too cumbersome to use at times and the algorithm has changed so much over the years that I no longer know how to tag it so people can see it. I feel like I should get back on it though, at least use it as a garden journal.

What is your favorite animal?

My favorite animals are stuffed animals. I like the ones where I can squeeze and stroke the soft fur without it pouncing on me and trying to kill me. Besides, stuffed animals don’t emit any odor or shed fur. My favorite kind of animal, especially when I’m living with someone who blame every problem on me.

Where can you reduce clutter in your life?

I’ve decluttered my garage right before new year but I think I can declutter some more, but I think I’ll wait until the snow thaws and then I can assess the backyard and perhaps add more of the Amazon boxes cluttering my garage to suppress the bindweed beneath the newly installed bricks.

I think another aspect in my life where I can reduce clutter would be debts. I hate it every time mom says I owe her money. I get it. We get it. The world gets it. I owe her my life. Starting this month, I’m accelerating my paying off the debt to my aunt for the house. I plan on paying off that debt within the next 9 years, if possible, and then focus on repaying my mom the fictional/non-fictional debt I owe her. It should declutter life a bit since I’ll have more money in my bank account after paying off the house.

Can you share a positive example of where you’ve felt loved?

I don’t know what a “positive” example is because I haven’t felt it in a long long time, perhaps when I was a wee young child. I sometimes feel I might had grown up too fast and became too independent for my mom and her family’s liking, especially being in a family where the girls are invisible and the boys are the world.

I feel like the only way I would feel love is I’m to give it to myself. Self-love, that’s not too egotistical, is it?