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Woo! "Olympic officials award gold medals to Canadian figure skaters Sale and Pelletier; international skating officials suspend judge." - from cnn.com
High: It's a Friday before a long weekend! And Michael's coming home tonight!
Low: I have not a one. Remember the time when I couldn't think of a "high", only "lows"?
Wondering why it is that I get few responses to entries I write that I consider meaningful, and a ton of responses on the silly little foolish entries...
Somebody passed me in the hallway yesterday said "Laura, you look like a movie star today."
I'm in a spin, you know
Shakin' on a string, you know
You make me feel like dancin'
I wanna dance the night away
Leo Sayer - You Make Me Feel Like Dancin'
I premiere a new layout and Storyteller.
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February 15, 2002
The Reluctant Valentine
An On Display contribution.
Narcissus, according to Greek mythology, was a beautiful young man. He was the son of a god, who turned away all the women who fell in love with him. One was a nymph named Echo, and when Narcissus turned her away she hid herself away and faded until nothing was left of her but her voice, echoing through the forests. Upon hearing of this, the goddess Nemisis decided to teach him a lesson on how it felt to have unrequited love. So one day Narcissus saw his reflection in a pool of water, and fell instantly in love with it, believing it to be a water sprite. But whenever he reached out to touch the reflection, it dissolved. Grief stricken, Narcissus stayed by the reflection until he died of a broken heart.
Of course, this story is where we get the word "narcissist", which basically means "undue dwelling on one's own self". You'd think keeping an on-line journal would make me a narcissist, wouldn't you? To the degree that I like to talk about what I think and what I do, well, yes. But I don't especially think very highly of myself. That's why I've had such a hard time coming up with a "valentine to myself", per February's topic for On Display. I'm just a lot better at dwelling on the things I don't like about myself, and that doesn't make for a very good valentine.
Since I don't really know where to go from here, I'll just list out the things that I like about myself - a self-validation valentine, if you will.
- I've got a good sense of humor
- I like the color of my eyes
- The new way I've been doing my hair makes me feel sassy
- I've managed to lose 4.5 pounds since the beginning of the month
- My friends consider me to be a good friend
- My singing voice is decent
- My all-over-the-place taste in music is fun
- I can whistle really well
- I'm good at my job
- I think I'm a good role model for Marie
- I know I'm a good girlfriend to Calvin
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It does take a certain amount of bravery to love yourself, doesn't it? Mostly people are motivated to make others love them. I'm certainly blessed (or cursed) with a Pollyanna outlook that makes me want to have everybody love me. But I never really thought too hard on the concept of whether or not I love myself. I respect myself, I can look at myself in the mirror and know that I'm a stand-up individual, and I think I'm a good person. I guess those are qualities that motivate me to love (or at least like) someone else. So, I guess...
... yeah. I love myself. Yeah.