Monday, May 28, 2012

10 THINGS I HATE / LOVE

In no particular order, 10 things I hate / love about me:

•I enjoy chick flicks. Yes, I do. Like 10 Things I Hate About You. I really dig that movie and I wish I didn't, but every time I see it or think about it I find myself smiling at the great dialogue and unabashed belief that true love will eventually get through the thickest, most-stubborn skulls.

•I speak girl. Fluently. I know what they're saying when they're not saying anything; I know the nuances of that complex language. Which, in turns, leads to the next bullet point:

•I'm a boy. I hate that I'm a member of the stupider sex, but I'm glad I'm not smart enough to be a girl. That shit is hard. Just thinking about it makes my head explode.

•I cry. Sometimes over dorky stuff, like a sentimental glance or a sappy song. Yes, I'm a goob. Would that I could be that bad-ass rondavis and never let anything seem to bother me (except for idiots). But that guy's a jerk.

•I'm not white. Being half-Japanese sometimes makes me feel like a half-breed, a mutt — not uber-cool like full-blooded nisei. But I love having Asian blood coursing through my veins. It makes me feel like I'm almost mesmerizing and just a little bit mysterious.

•I'm 51 years old. Shit. Fifty-one. Being 31 would be much cooler right about now — but then again, I thought I knew everything when I was 31, and it turns out I didn't know jack. Now, of course, I know I know everything, so it's pretty much all worked out.

I miss bacon. My cholesterol is down, my weight is down, my doctor says I've got the body of a 30-year-old man, and a lot of that has to do with cutting red meat from my diet. So, bully. But goddamn, I miss bacon. I could eat a pound of it right now.

•I love my cat. GAWD, he's a pain in the ass and he sheds all over my black shirt and he insists on whining about being hungry when I've just finished feeding him. And he shows me his BB-pellet ass when I want his attention. But he's stuck with me, so I guess I can understand his surly attitude.

•I am stuck with this face. It's never going to set hearts fluttering, but there's real character in it now, something that was missing when I was a much-stupider boy. At least I look intelligent now.

•I am a writer. There. I said it. I'm a writer. Writing is the hardest thing I've ever done — and now it's coming from a different place in my heart, so it's like pulling eye teeth, especially with a silent muse. But I'm staggering forward, one keystroke at a time, and some of the stuff that's coming out of my fingers isn't bad. Give me another six months and I might even think some of it is good.

I could add an 11th point — I'm smart — but I don't hate that fact. And besides, no one wants to read a Top 11 list.

4 comments:

Cheryl W. said...

on my smartphone, i can send all these posts spinning in a way that reminds me of a roulette wheel. i set it in motion and wait for it to stop. then, i read. and collect my chips. for it's always a jackpot.

pattie said...

•I am stuck with this face. It's never going to set hearts fluttering, but there's real character in it now, something that was missing when I was a much-stupider boy. At least I look intelligent now.

You have a beautiful face and through your eyes I see a great man with a kind and loving heart, a poet of words both spoken and unspoken!

Eyes are the window to the soul

Eyes are the windows to the soul
Throughout my life I’ve been told
To see into anothers heart
Eyes are the place to start

Be they hazel, green or blue
Black, brown color changing too
Matters not what color they be
They show what one needs to see

Through these windows the truth lies
Emotionally nothing hides
Clear for all too recognize
Displayed to the world in ones eyes

Evident are anger, lust and surprise
Fear, truth, lust, hope and despise
Happiness, sorrow, and confusion
Inside familiar eyes there is no illusion

To gaze deeply is an intense moment
For the eyes are a intimate component
Although prominent noticed by all
Often the feature hardest to recall
vern eaker

Diane Robinson Majeske said...

Awwww. I love this one.

RON DAVIS said...

Coming from you, Cheryl, this is high praise. I admire you so.