According to my husband I would be stuck there because I was a blocked artist who hadn't made jack-squat in years. Maybe the person in the seat next to me was a very productive and well-known artist that I have admired for some time. The artist is killed (of course) and I come across his art supplies. Do I use them? Am I worthy? Will I find inspiration on the Island? Or will I feel forever haunted by the death of 'good' artist and believe I was the one who should have died?
[insert intense music]
I tried to get my husband to tell me what his issue would be. He joked that his issue would be being stuck on a island full of people with issues. I thought this was a cop-out. Now, he thinks he would be stuck there because of some sort of coffee addiction ala Charlie. ("I'm going to let you ask for your Starbucks three times and the third time I'm going to give it to you...")
[insert intense music]
I tried to get my husband to tell me what his issue would be. He joked that his issue would be being stuck on a island full of people with issues. I thought this was a cop-out. Now, he thinks he would be stuck there because of some sort of coffee addiction ala Charlie. ("I'm going to let you ask for your Starbucks three times and the third time I'm going to give it to you...")