an american is asked the date. he says “it’s 12/12/12”. someone british prepares themselves to disagree, however, is stuck by surprise. “oh my god, it’s 12/12/12 for me too!” he realizes. they smile at each other. for one day the world is at peace. tomorrow, war will start again, but until then, everyone is happy.
justifiably-bloodlusted: Name two things you like about yourself, then pass it on to the first 10 people on your dash. #teamselfesteem
Tala should know by now that I’m unabashedly flustered by any and all mention of these so-called “things I should like about myself.” Honestly, can normal people just answer these sort of questions freely and easily? Is it a simple display of confidence and humility? How can they possibly manage to pull it off?
Okay, well. I like…things about myself. I like my…um. I like my sense of humor? Wait, are you allowed to say that? Are you allowed to say that you like your own sense of humor? That doesn’t even make sense. Of course you’re going to like your own sense of humor. That’s like someone saying they have the best taste in music. Of course they think they do. That’s because it’s theirs.
Wow, all right, come on, Hadley. You can do this. I like my…okay, let’s not go with personality traits. Let’s just go with shallow things. I like my stomach. It’s pretty cool. It likes a lot of food, and it’s nice enough not to show that. Thanks, stomach. You’re a cool cat.
I also like my nose. It’s a pretty nice nose. It’s, like, round and whatnot. Good nose. Decent nose. It deserves a little pat of appreciation. A+. 10/10. Would bang.
Well, that took an embarrassingly long time. Hats off to Tala, guys, for making me write more words about myself than I wrote for any homework assignment this semester.