Loves/HatesI love . . .
. . . being in comfortable silence with someone I love.
. . . Kermit the Frog.
. . . blustery days when the sky goes dark and there are creatures in the clouds.
. . . contrast. The cosiness of the warmly lit house on a bitter cold day. The surprise of a surface appearance that belies what's underneath.
. . . finding exactly the right word and savoring it.
. . . comfy clothes, fuzzy slippers.
. . . reading in bed with my feet warm and my face cold.
. . . people who lie awake worrying about whether others have what they need.
. . . trust that's justified.
. . . things that are broken and need someone to love them.
. . . a world that has room for many kinds of people.
. . . people who live a life of conviction and principles.
. . . humility.
. . . people of tender sensibilities who handle others carefully.
. . . bookshelves, rooms full of books, tables piled with books, baskets full of books, the smell of old leather and paper, old-fashioned libraries, reading by the fire.
I hate . . .
. . . being told I will or should "get over" my shyness. My shyness is an aspect of my most fundamental character, not a disease to be cured.
. . . conversations about trivial, inconsequential things. I go straight to the heart.
. . . shallow, disposable relationships. I'm in it for the long haul and not interested otherwise.
. . . networking and schmoozing, the sort that people do to get something from others instead of to know them.
. . . people who stay up late worrying that someone might have gotten something they didn't earn or buy.
. . . short attention spans that can't accommodate an idea that takes more than ten words to express.
. . . being told to toughen up.
. . . bullies, physical or emotional.
. . . suspicion and cynicism. It makes me ill to have to harbor distrust, as if I'd swallowed poison.
. . . having my kindness used against me. Being exploited.
. . . being told I have to "sell myself," something I will never do. I don't wish to be a product.
. . . the crude culture of aggression and bragging.
. . . frat boy "humor" and stories about how drunk people were and how much (and where and when) they threw up.
. . . meanness of spirit and thoughtless cruelty.
. . . the kind of emotional insensitivity that hurts others and doesn't even notice.
Pellinore 41-45 21 Responses 13 Jan 11, 2008