First... My muse is being a bitch again. She has been pushing a name at me for days. Wonderful, I'm listening....she only wants to share the name just yet. I don't know if this girl is tall, short, fat, thin, brunette, blonde, redhead, curvy, main character or a filler. I just have her name. I? Am annoyed. Don't get me wrong, I'm thrilled. Thrilled that my muse has come back after a long LONG hiatus... but more info would be nice. When I mentioned this to a friend I was sent to look at this . It is exactly how I feel. Damn hit and runs.
I'm trying to post more frequently, partially hoping the muse kicks in and partially because I miss blogging. I used to write a lot more. I've also noticed I don't talk to as many people either. Sephi and I used to talk daily, not so much anymore. I used to talk to Nilla a bit, not anymore. There are several others but those are the only ones in the blogging community. I miss it. I think I may actually be ready to get back to that person again. I'm not really certain why she left to begin with, I know what happened with B had a large part in it but it wasn't all of it. So, from now on I am putting forth the effort. Be a feared.
Now, onto the post I actually intended to make tonight.
Everybody has something that they don't really like about themselves, physical or otherwise. Likes and dislikes differ from person to person and again depending on the person they are liking or disliking something about. It's just the way it is. You may not like a haircut, piercing, tattoo, weight, body type, hair, smell, etc. on one person but like it on another. How you feel about the person colours how you see parts of them. I was talking to a friend of mine yesterday who was somewhat complaining (I'm saying somewhat because that MAY keep me out of shit. Just sayin :) ) that he was fuzzy( he said hairy but I like fuzzy better and it's my blog!). I'm not one to lie or try to soothe and soften things when the person knows the truth, thus I agreed. He is quite fuzzy. However, he sees it as a bad thing, or something he's not too entirely fond of. I don't see it that way, at all. On other people, it would bug me. It just would. On him though? It's just another part of him and I have yet to find a part I don't like. I'd be lying if I said I hadn't thought about what he would feel like against my bare skin, or how calming it would be to be snuggled up to his chest. To me it's just a part of him, not bad or good, just him.