Poopy People

My friend Squeege said that she hates it when people treat her poopy.

I have this habit of having a hard time giving up on someone that I've called a friend, even when they treat me poopy.

I don't know if it's a lesson I must learn that I am just not getting or if it's just me. I can't let go.

I like that my life experiences have shaped me into the person I am today, and that includes the poopy people.

I like that I like walking in the rain and the snow.

I like that I cry when I watch "Pretty Woman", "The Fugitive", and the Olympics.

I like that I love my cat, even when he's crazy and driving me nuts.

I like that I choose to love with all of me, from the roots of my hair to the tips of my blue toenails. (Yes, Mags, they are blue...haven't been pink since that scavenger hunt...thank you!)

I like that even though it hurts sometimes, I won't let that stop me from loving that way.

I like to be kind to others.

I like helping.

I like surprising people with things--little or big, it doesn't matter, it could be cleaning their garage while they are at work or stopping by unexpectedly with flowers for the garden. Or it could be calling you up out of the blue and taking you to lunch or even just letting that car ahead of me into the merge. It could even be as simple as making sure that the garbage is taken out or that there are no dishes in the drainer.

I like that I know who I am and yet I am constantly evolving.

I like that the difference between being loud, rude, and obnoxious and being out-spoken, confident, and silly are all a matter of perspective. And, that the people who get me know the difference.

I like that I've found someone who allows me to be who I am without compromising who they are, and together it makes a pretty spectacular "we".

I like that they feel like they can be who they are and they trust me to protect that and nourish that.

I like being optimistic.

I like focusing on the positive rather than the negative.

I like conversations that ramble and have you talking over each other to get a word in edgewise.

I like conversations where I just listen and never say a word.

I like making the choice to live with no regret.

I like it when a friend teaches me how to treat them, good or bad. I don't like hurting others, I try not to do it on purpose. When a friend lets me know that they value me enough to allow me to know that I'm hurting them or treating them in a way that they don't like and likewise when I make them feel good and treasured. I like knowing that my friendship and our relationship is valuable, important enough to work through being human with one another.

So, I guess that I kind of, in a weird way, like poopy people.

They remind me of how I deserve to be treated.
They remind me that I have good people in my life.
They show me how not to act.

They are a good lesson for a lovely Thursday in February.