I got asked the other day what I like and I kind of just channeled my inner statue and froze. In a few words I said, ah, I don’t know.
Good talk, Adele.
Such a Chatty Cathy you are.
This happened for a couple of reasons: I don’t enjoy talking about myself, and I never really thought about what I like. I just go about my days.
It’s been pressing me ever since. I’ve been thinking about it over and over. I can’t go back and change my thoughtless response, but I’m here to lay it all out now:
I like to write. I like to write about personal experiences or just putting myself in pre-meditated situations. I like to be on a personal level with people. I like to be their light.
I like to sing. I like to believe I can sing well, but it doesn’t matter to me too much because I’ll still sing anyway.
I like to make a fool out of myself; not in a sloppy way but in an entertaining, free way.
I like Mondays after work, when I visit my nephew and niece. They mean the world to me.
I like waking up in the morning and cracking jokes with my mother. When we do, I know it’s a good start to a great day. I will laugh about it until later.
I like making my father laugh. To humor the funniest person I think is alive is an accomplishment.
I like to travel. I like to see the world. I like coming home and hugging my blankets, and thinking I did it. I’m back.
I like plain, black, hot coffee.
I like green tea.
I like dogs.
I like huge windows that bring in natural light.
I like warmth over being cold.
I like flowers. They make me smile.
I like taking pictures and looking at them a million times after. They help improve my terrible memory.
I like to be good company.
I like to be kind.
I like baseball.
I like learning new words.
I like telling the weirdest, most random facts that really aren’t useful, but knowledgeable nonetheless.
I like my middle name. I think it’s different. It wasn’t supposed to happen, but it did so now I live with it. That’s why I like it; it became a way of living.
I like my bond with my younger brother. It fills a certain place inside of me to know I can teach someone about life.
I like knowing my family thinks highly of me, they say I’m fun, well-mannered, and sweet.
I like my honesty. I know sometimes it’s better left unsaid, but it’s a part of me I can’t, and don’t want to, change.
I like neon yellow. My favorite color.
I like to smile and laugh, a lot. Until my cheeks hurt and my eyes water.
I like my sign, a Scorpio.
I like A to represent myself when it comes to posts and platforms. Almost like X marks the unknown. It’s one big wild game.
I like to read.
I like to clean.
I like to workout………when I do workout. Whoops.
But, honestly, I like for people to figure all these things out about me before I need to tell them. I am 50% open book and 50% closed.
Constantly a work in progress.
Will forever need to be continued.