I’ve been feeling pretty guilty about how seldom I blog, especially given that I make my money through encouraging others to blog more. God, I’m such a fucking hypocrite, I hate myself, I’m the worst!
So I’ve decided to hop on the NaBloPoMo train a bit late and try to blog every day in November.
I’ll try to think of something to say, but if I can’t think of anything, I shall turn to the Daily Post’s Daily Prompts for inspiration.
Now, I can’t promise that all these posts will be winners, but they will all contain five or more typed words, which as far as I can tell seems to be what November is all about.
So without further ado, today’s prompt:
What do you love most about yourself? What do you love most about your favorite person? Are the two connected?
There are so very many things that I love about myself that it’s difficult to choose the thing I love the most. Because I love different things the most in different situations: in a mosh pit, I most love my physical assertiveness. In the grocery store, I most love my quick decision-making in the face of endless options and my lack of screaming children. On a first date, I most love my ability to dissolve into a transparent mist and drift blamelessly through the cracks around the windows.
But if I had to choose just one thing that I love about myself, I’d have to say it’s my complete and total absence of fear at the idea of ghosts. I am not remotely afraid of ghosts, and it seems that a lot of people are very frightened of ghosts. Many people complain of being unable to sleep after watching a horror movie, of being afraid in a dark and quiet place, of being frightened of being out in the woods at night.
I don’t have any problems with any of that, because I don’t have any imagination at all, which is a problem when it comes to blogging, but it’s an advantage whenever I need to fall asleep somewhere.
The thing I love most about my favorite person is how much that person recognizes and appreciates how awesome I am, so the two are indeed connected.