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Last week a stranger told me I was gorgeous. Gorgeous! That’s not a word you use for an average looking person. That’s hot stuff! I hardly ever hear words like that, and so it got me thinking about the things that make us more and less attractive to people, and why those people whom I interact with daily do not find me to be so irresistable as McStranger did.

I saw 2 strangers this morning walking their dogs. I stopped and talked to them for no other reason than they were both wearing Boston Red Sox accessories. This made me like them having never seen or heard from them in my life. I love everything Boston, but especially the Red Sox! However, this same affinity I have for my City & team could repulse someone else. For example, a Lt. where I work happens to find my passion repugnant. And I think I’d like him a lot more if he didn’t like the Mets. LOL

My recent military decision has had quite the same effect. My family has a history in the Army. We are soldiers. Now I’ve always had an elevated level of respect for someone when I find out they have so selfishly provided such a great service to our Nation. But now, when someone tells me they are Air Force, I think they took the easy way out. Marines, I assume have some psycological short coming which makes them inherently not give a fuck. Navy, well…no comment. 

I know that some of you are appauled at these thoughts right now, thinking I am judging a book by it’s cover. But I’m really not. First off…I don’t judge. Now that we are square on that…let’s clarify that in the book of someones life, their physical appearance is the cover, yes? What I am doing is merely deciding how much or how little to like someone based on what I’m reading…the characteristics we posess which make us similar or different…a person’s pages. EVERYONE does that! It’s a function of time management. We have to have some way of deciding who we spend what minutes with during our short time on earth. I’m just putting it into words.

I love tattoos! All of them. I know some look all jailhouse and some are magnificent works of art, but they ALL have a story, even if it’s just the story of where you got it and who was present! They don’t always have special meaning. Some tattoos are done just because they look cool, not necessarily to represent something or someone. I have people in my life who have voiced how much they prefer I not get anymore or wish I didn’t have the ones I have. And on the flip side, I’ve had someone tell me that they like all my tattoos…because they are on me. So, who deserves more of my time? The person who likes me even though I have these flaws in the form of tattoos?Or, the person who likes me…who sees the tattoos as part of me and would like them even if they looked jailhouse?

I want to be the police. I’m joining the Army to be a military police officer. While I made this decision based on the honor I find in the position, I know others will decide against even getting to know me simply because of my career choice. That’s fine.

I’m an athlete. I’m addicted to it. I actually like running, panting, sweating, swimming, lifting & cycling! I live for new playlists, running shoes, jogging shorts & sports accessories & I love trying new fruits & vegetables. I think eating healthy actually tastes delicious! The smell of fried foods turns my stomach & if I want to watch television I prefer it be done from an elliptical than from a couch. There are some people who read that and decided I, not Marines, have a psycological short coming. That’s fine.

McStranger found me to be gorgeous, but I wonder if he would still think that based on my choice of cities, baseball teams, body art, career & hobbies? I wonder…but i dont really care. It wouldn’t make me alter anything about my life. The people in my life who like & don’t like things about me don’t make me change things, how could he? It just got me thinking…people are strange when they are strangers. How they come to decide who is gorgeous & who isn’t is beyond me. It’s once you get to know people that you find how attractive they really are…once you read their pages. Some of the most attractive people I’ve ever come across have described themselves as old, bald & fat! But not to me…because I’ve read their pages!

The people we love won’t always love us back. They will hurt us, we will hurt them. They will die, we will die. It’s inevitable…like taxes! LOL What I’m saying is, make the book of your life something you would be proud to have published! The cover isn’t what matters, the pages are. Because if we learned anything at all from The Velveteen Rabbit, it’s that appearances don’t matter.

Song of the Day: People Are Strange By: The Doors

Today I Love: People that love me

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