Things
I love
Since my last OP focused on what I hate, I’ve decided
to balance out my negativity and write about what I love. I love orange juice. I
don’t necessarily enjoy the color orange because it’s like an overrated
construction cone, but I can drink an entire carton in a day. I love to read.
To me, it’s not just the boring repetition of skimming over black text on a
cream colored page. Instead it’s experiencing a story that only exists because an
author gave their imagination a corporeal form through pen and paper. I love
the way writers entwine a piece of their soul into each word, leaving their
secrets, experiences, and qualities of their mind hidden within their work. I
love how eventually you find your book, the book you just connect with on so
many levels, or as John Green once said, "Books
so special and rare and yours that advertising your affection feels like a
betrayal." I am a booklover because I have control over
what I read. If a novel is remarkably boring and I’m not having it, I can shut the
hardback with more force than necessary, I can throw it against my bedroom wall
or I can give it away because the book isn’t working for me. I can’t do that
with a kindle or person because they will break and my mom will probably call
my therapist. Moving on, I love receiving books as presents; actually I love
acquiring gifts in general, especially for Christmas.
Now I’m definitely a hardcore holiday fanatic.
You see, if my parents actually supported me, they would allow me to put twelve
fully decorated, 25-foot Christmas trees with 500 watt lights in the front yard,
but alas, my parents are not as passionate as I am. Despite their Grinch-like
attitudes, I’ve never let my spirit falter and, to this day, I absolutely love
it when radio stations decide to play “Jingles Bells” and “Let It Snow” right
after Halloween. Hearing those joyous melodies reminds me of how I spent more
than 60 percent of my childhood listening to KidsBop’s Christmas Edition album,
I’ve realized that those modified kid-friendly songs helped create the person I
am today. I love Santa Claus because even though I stopped believing in 5th
grade, I still remember writing him a letter each year on Christmas eve and
always finding a full-page note waiting for me in the morning, despite the fact
that for several year they were just illegible scribble. I later learned that
my dad wrote the letters to fool me because I would’ve recognized my mom’s
handwriting. But the thing I love the most about the holidays are the homes
that have the glorious display of 30 different blowup chimneys and snowmen in
their front yards. Why? Because each year, I am able to work on controlling my
impulsivity by resisting the urge to take a machete and pop each demonic, gas
filled Santa Claus, even though I would be doing a serious favor for mankind.
Moving
on again, I love over the top sarcasm and the epitome of this growing art is
found on Tumblr. I fell in love with Tumblr the second I joined and I haven’t
wanted to leave my house since, but that’s okay because the day I made the
conscious decision to click that sign up button, my life improved drastically.
I finally feel accepted by the Internet, which is way better than people
tolerating you in real life. I love that
I can learn the skills of procrastination and hermitry without even trying and
it always amazes me when it’s 10 pm and then suddenly it’s 3 am, this happens
to me a lot. One time at 1 am, Tyler Oakley, who is a famous youtuber and my
most favorite person in the universe, liked my post and I literally fell to the
floor shaking and silently fangirl screaming out of pure joy for an hour. It
was intense. Before tumblr, I used to think that I was the only person who disliked
everyone on this planet, but through hashtags and reblogs, I’ve found a small
country’s worth of people who feel the exact same way. I love that beneath the
witty and condescending posts on tumblr which make me laugh so hard, I cry,
there is a meaning deeper than cats and supernatural fandoms. I love the hidden
posts which are so profound that they make you pause, rethink your life, then
reblog. I read one post a few weeks ago and I found it to be so perplexing that
it ended up being the inspiration for my OP. This guy, our age, gets up on a
stage and off the top of his head says, “If I ask you what you love the answers
will likely roll off your tongue. You love to read, you love to write, you love
birds, music, tattoos.. Your mom, your bother, your sister, your daughter, your
best friend, your dog. How long you think you could go on and on before you
said.. I love myself.” And I knew that I could go on forever.
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