During my job interview today, I was asked the “desert island” question, you know, what book would you bring (Slaughter House 5), what movie would you bring (O Brother Where Art Thou), and what food would you eat for the rest of your life (butter chicken). I don’t know exactly what that says about the person, except maybe to tell what their interests are? I don’t know, but it doesn’t really bother me, it’s a lot easier than a lot of other questions asked during that. However, this time the desert island question had a sequel. They asked me, if I could take one person to be on the island with me forever, would I, and if so, who? At first, I was thinking, of course I would, I don’t want to be alone forever. So, the person had to be someone who would never get sick of me, and that I would never get sick of, so this ruled out everybody, and it got me thinking. If it was my choice, then I would be for all extensive purposes, stealing someone away from their life. That’s kind of a dick move. I’ve never been much of a selfish guy, so why bother starting now? I figure in a situation as unlikely as that, it would be best to just spend my time with Billy Pilgrim and George Clooney.
Oh, and I nailed the interview. I think.
Forever on a desert island without my MP3 player or Internet? Kill me now. Can I pick ‘Google’ as the person I would be stranded with, cause we’re BFF’s (as you know).
Glad the interview went well. Hope you and Clooney enjoy your time together.
Totally glad that the interview went well – maybe one day you will find that someone that you would want to be stranded on a desert island with perhaps?
Charlotte the hopeless romantic.
^ I was going to say something similar but decided against it because that would have been so hetero. Hmmmm… don’t think that works there.
Yeah Dan, how would you get by without your angsty 14 year old girl music?
Charlotte, call me a realist, but I don’t think there is a person out there that could possibly spend every waking second with someone else. That is impossible!
That’s right. I can’t live without my angst-ridden little girl music.
As long as you can have timeouts on opposite ends of the island I don’t see there being a problem with spending the time with someone you care for. If the person gets on your nerves they could always meet with an ‘unfortunate accident’. Good thing about a desert island: lots of places to hide a body.
Do I get the job?
John, you’re breaking my heart.
What can I do to stop?
That’s not an answer Kaitlyn.
pfft.