I remember answering this question once: Would you rather have a life full of good things happening to you, or interesting things?

I chose interesting.

It never bugged me.  I’d still pick interesting.  If I ever had to wish it for someone else I’ wish them good things, but in my own life and experiences I’d pick interesting.

I don’t know if that’s an odd answer or not, but I like stories.  I tell a lot of stories about my life.  Bouncing my face off a parked car while riding a skateboard late at night.  Walking miles in the rain (late at night).  Getting punched in the face.  Breaking my collar bone (shattering is a better word to describe it).  My appendix betraying me.  Multiple ex’s and that drama.  Getting rescued by drunken hillbillies.  Being broke as hell at 30.  There’s 9,000 more, and while none of them are horrible bad things, they certainly don’t qualify as “good” things.

In some ways I suppose I’m lucky.  I’ve never lost a close family member.  My two cats, despite their many problems, are still alive.  I’m in decent shape, eat pretty well, and exercise.  I have a job which only causes a few new gray hairs a week.  I have an awesome girlfriend.

Life is good for me, but only because so many interesting things have happened along the way.

So good vs interesting, I’ll always choose interesting.