Day 2 Something you love about yourself.

Ok, lets start with a mini list again.








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Ok.

This is hard. Unless I am in "look at me, look at me" mode, it's hard for me to say all the things I love about me. I dug around a bit today though and I did come up with these things.

I love my hair.
I love my voice.
I love my freckles.
I love that I always try to do the right thing.
I love that I am capable.
I love that I am very self aware.
I love that I assume negative interactions with other people have little or nothing to do with me at all.

Let's talk about that one. It makes my life so much happier, and it causes fun friction between my husband and I. You see, if he has a bad interaction with a man, he thinks, "that guy pissed me off." I think, "That guy was cranky." If a car pulls in front of me, I think, "Wow, you are a shitty driver." He thinks, "THAT SON-OF-A-BITCH just cut me off." If a store clerk passes me over for another customer, I think "Hmm, she must not have seen me." He thinks "That bitch ignored me."

You get the point.

And I think that his reaction is normal. We are generally egotistic creatures. I don't really know why I react, or non-react the way I do. I usually don't even notice the supposed slight unless it's really aggressive, or if someone points it out. Then I recognize that the other person did something generally considered inappropriate. I just don't see a connection between the behavior and myself. And i generally assume it is an isolated behavior, not way of life for the other person.

So I don't get angry, don't really care. My step dad used to tell me, "Don't let people rent space in your head. There are too many important things in there to give that kind of power to someone who has already forgotten about you." I guess I took it to heart.

The good thing is that this type of attitude allows me to interact with idiots in relative peace, the bad thing is that I often end up surprised when someone I have considered a friend turns out to have serious character flaws that prevent me from continuing a friendship. And sometimes that sucks.

Generally though I love it. Feeling that other peoples issues are just that, all them, with NOTHING to do with me, is very good for my self esteem. Think of all the 'slights' I don't feel. All the lovely anger I miss out on.