After spending the day with m&m and realizing how I was feeling and acting at some points, I did some thinking (surprise, surprise) about myself, and did little inventory on what is true about me, for better and for worse. Here are a few things I came up with.
I love to laugh. I laugh when people trip (after I ask them if they are okay). I laugh at simple things (like whenever I see a really big poodle…I dunno why they crack me up). Words like “geriatric,” “subpoena,” and “burnt” make me giggle. Couldn’t begin tell you why. Sometimes I laugh or make jokes about people, which I guess also makes me a little mean. I’m okay with that, though.
Even though I dish out jokes about others, there are some jokes I don’t like made about me. Double standard, I know. But I’m learning to roll with the punches more. I’m also a slow learner.
I’m a G.
Of course this means different things to different people. This contradicts the earlier point, but Gs can be sensitive too. I guess when I’m say I’m a G, I just mean that I’m no-nonsense. To say I “keep it real” would be trite and not G. I don’t take ish from people, and I don’t like when people hurt or try to get at my family or friends. I try to stand up for myself and others, and will do what I need to protect my loved ones. I’m usually not afraid to voice an issue or concern (unless it related to my own emotions, of course), but still hesitate because I tend to over-think things. *does the rock-away*
I don’t like telling people my business. I also don’t like repeating myself, so if I’ve told a story once or twice, I don’t like repeating it just for the sake of keeping folks in the loop. This has had some consequences for my friendships (and my writing) so it’s something I’m actively working on as well.
I love good food. I will travel far for it, pay (kinda a lot) for it, go to people’s homes if they will make it. Doesn’t matter. I’m skinny, but that doesn’t stop me from throwing down.
Pause to all of that. I’m also kinda immature.
I’m a helper.
I really enjoy helping other people. I like listening to people talk about their problems and helping them come to solution. I don’t mind just being an ear (or set of eyes) for them to vent or bounce thoughts off of. This has been a gift and a curse of mine that sometimes leaves me giving more to others at the expense of my own sanity. When you’re private but like listening to others, you don’t really have anywhere to let your own feelings go. So, I write.
I love Black men.
Just this morning I found myself damn near breaking my neck trying to look at this fine Canada Dry delivery man. But there is just something about a black man—ranging from the ‘round the way dudes to the corporate types, tall and thin to short and swole—that gets me. And don’t let him have a nice chest and/or arms that I’ve kinda gotten a glimpse of through his shirt. *swoons* I love them for other reasons beyond physical too, but that’s another post for another day.
I can be judgmental.
I try to check myself on this, but if I need to check myself, that means the judgment’s been made, right? Le sigh.
What do you know about yourself?