Some day soon I’ll blog about Europe and Life and Loss and Life Currents. Today, though, I’ll steal this from Amy Weatherly:
I like people who begin by blurting out something overly personal. I like people who aren’t afraid to walk around with a stain on their shirt. I like people who ugly laugh at their own jokes. I like people who give compliments to strangers in the grocery store and make friends when they’re washing their hands in the bathroom.
I like people who get passionate about ideas and excited about others’ success stories. I like people who live a little outside of the box, who march to the beat of their own drum, and who make it a mission to help those around them.
I like people who own their failures, and apologize easily. I like people who know who they are deep down inside, and let that person shine like crazy. I like people who tell the truth. I like people who can joke often and don’t take themselves too seriously.
I like people who love life so much they don’t make room for drama or petty behavior, only more love. I like people who like people. I like people who like books, and stupid tv shows, and who throw simple parties with pizza and paper plates.
I like people who stop by just to say hello, and bring your favorite Sonic drink with them. I like people who have their own opinions, but aren’t threatened by you having your own opinion as well.
I like people who laugh at their un-washed hair and admit when they forgot to brush their teeth. I like people who share all their favorite recipes, and let you try their favorite makeup before you buy it, and brag about getting their dress from the clearance rack.
I like people who ask for help. I like people who show up. I like people who don’t feel the need to show off. I like people who don’t pick up before you come over, and people who don’t pick fights where fights don’t belong.
I like people who say “bring whoever you want.” I like people who build bigger tables, and greet every single person with a warm hello, as if they have been best friends for years.
I like people whose eyes get bright when they talk about their passions, and people whose voice gets louder when they sing their favorite song. I like people who build businesses and who build up everyone around them.
I like people who aren’t perfect.
I like people who aren’t cool.
I like people who aren’t trying to keep up with everyone else.
I like people who aren’t trying to be someone they were never made to be.
I like people who are so real it hurts and it makes other people uncomfortable.
I love all people, but man, there’s a special place in my heart for the messy ones.
Love,
Amy Weatherly 