Take the cookie and eat it immediately, enjoying each and every speck of it.
Take the cookie and thank the person, but decide to eat the cookie after dinner.
Wonder if this person wants something from you in return.
Keep walking. There’s so much to see, and you’ll probably find your way back eventually—or someone will come looking for you.
Look for a nearby phone if you don’t have one on you, or ask for directions some other way.
Roll your eyes at the question, because you would never be lost to begin with. Besides, who walks around in areas they’re not familiar with? You’re most likely busy doing other things, like making dinner for your family members who are too busy to do the same because they’re . . . out walking!
"I have always been fond of recognizing the spiritual side of someone’s personality. It’s a very lovely concept.” —Drew Barrymore
"I keep my own personality in a cupboard under the stairs at home so that no one else can see it or nick it.” —Dawn French
“Personality is the glitter that sends your little gleam across the footlights and the orchestra pit into that big black space where the audience is.” —Mae West
Wonder what happened to get this person so off track, and hope that they find their way back and into a better life. You’ll keep him in your thoughts.
Think that all of mankind is doomed to an existence of falseness and unhappiness, and wonder why your migraines are getting worse.
Believe in his innocence regardless, because you always thought he had kind eyes and a warm-syrup voice that made you smile.
Orange, the color of sunshine.
Green, a color that inspires harmony.
Blue, as reliable as the sky—which can also turn grey and black.
Your mood changes too often to answer the question.
You can't answer the question because color itself has personality, and you wouldn’t want to insult the color by adopting it without permission (yellow is really sensitive, after all), gather two additional suns.
Snort. It’ll never happen. Not in your town.
Sigh. It’ll happen. You’re not sure how, exactly, but you have faith.
Smile. You’re in it.
Want to run but don’t because it might antagonize the bear. Instead, you walk away carefully, eyeing it the entire time. Later, you have a panic attack.
Climb a tree, but not to escape the bear. The angle is better up there for taking a photo.
Smile, because you’re standing in your living room and the bear is in the backyard raiding the bird feeder. That’s fine with you; everyone has to eat.
A novel. Maybe a fantasy. Something full of adventure and rich descriptions.
A diary. To record all of the day’s activities and muse a little before bed.
A book—fiction or nonfiction—by an existential philosopher like Albert Camus.
Take your seat and gather the rest of the family around you, quieting whatever arguments begin about who should stand where.
Have a hard time sitting still, so you stand up behind your sister and splay two fingers behind her head to give her devil horns.
Glare at the devil-horn giver.