I’m trying to learn to run.
I’m hoping I’ll learn to like it if I get good at it.
Right now I think it’s still kind of like sleep to me — except that sleep is much more fun — but it in any case feels more worthwhile with good company even from a distance.
I really like good people. And I love being appreciated by good people. Worthwhile.
I really don’t like being claimed by people I don’t belong to.
I really like belonging to the people I belong to.
I like the few bits of jewelry I wear.
I like that my hair does pretty much what it wants to… I even like the baby hairs at the top that are too small and fine to control whatsoever, and do some of the darnedest things sometimes.
I like the color of my lips and I like that I tend to prefer not wearing lipstick at all.
I don’t like being called “Shorty” nor the surrounding commentary and mode of attention.
I really love my family.
I really like the punchbuggy game.
I like that there are so many different people in the world.
I don’t like that there’s so much carelessness and lack of sincerity and responsibility.
I really, really like good people.
I really like the idea and feeling of home.