A Whole Other Life

Morning again. You hit the snooze on your alarm clock and sit up sleepily, rubbing your eyes. Summer break has just begun, and it is a beautiful Sunday. You attend Old Dominion University in Norfolk, but rent a house in Virginia Beach. Your domicile is tidy, kept how you like it. You like to wake up early, because it gives you time to think. Right now, you're contemplating who you are as a person. Are you-
A. At your best, you're loyal and friendly. You may not be the brightest, but you'll defend your friends to the end. At your worst you're dumb and clumsy.
B. At your best, you are loving and smart. You are a real individual, and you do what you please as long as it won't hurt your friends. However, at your worst, you can be manipulative and lazy.
C. At your best, you're a dreamer with plans. You have high dreams, and the smarts to achieve them. You love the arts. At your worst, you can be thieving and a drifter.
D. At your best, you're steady and smart. You see a problem and ways to solve it. At your worst, you can be heartless and brutal.
E. At your best, you're very effective at getting things done. You're fast, and are attached to certain places. You are more of a night person. At your worst, you are overly attached and needy.

D

>D. At your best, you're steady and smart. You see a problem and ways to solve it. At your worst, you can be heartless and brutal.
Of course, the peace of morning can't last forever, and it is shattered by the yowling of the neighbor's cat in your yard. Given your current state of undress, it would be wise to put on some clothing. The first thing that presents itself is your 'around the house' drawer, which contains black track pants, blue sweatpants, a white cotton longsleeve shirt, and a sweatshirt. Which out of these do you grab?

Just the black track pants. Shirts are for the weak.

Just the shirt. Who needs pants anyhow?

I'll flip a coin for it if no one else has any suggestions by tomorrow.

Grab the black track pants and your cotton long sleeve shirt and rip off their sleeves and pant legs like a man.

You decide your wardrobe needs to be a bit more manly. After ripping off the sleeves and part of the pant legs, you decide that you are sufficiently man to go outside and face the yowling idiot. When you go outside, however, you see that the cat is playing with a large ratsnake.

Let the feline fight its own battles; combat scars are good for character.

Don't get too close to snakes. That's probably a bad idea. Throw something at them to separate the two without killing the cat, as that would make the point moot.

The neighbours wouldn't be happy if their cat was attacked by a snake and you just stood by and let it happen. They also probably wouldn't be happy if their cat brought home a snake.

Grab your softball bat, slip on your big boots, but realise that it was rather bad ripping the legs off... But, like a man who rips off his pant legs and then realises it could mean he dies, you must go on. Get ready for brutality.