Why I like reality

I try to be authentic. I’d like to think that with me, what you see is what you get. Lately, I’ve been the polar opposite of that, though.

I like to be in my body. I enjoy it a lot. I enjoy its strength, and I like how much I can count on it to do what I want it to. I’m not into self-denial, and I like eating, watching, feeling. I am very sensory.

Also, I give it to you straight. In conversation, I am going to tell you the truth, even if it’s hard. For me. For you. I try to challenge people with the truth, where I can do it without hurting them too much. I like to be a sounding board, a pushing off point for people. If I have any clue about something, I will share it with you. I am generous with my knowledge.

And I know reality. Reality — all around me. Where I am. I see it. I feel it. I like it. It’s comfortable to me. I want to spend my life in it. But it makes me lazy. I want to sleep in. I snack a lot. I don’t write. I don’t create, not in the original sense. I don’t think about myself, I think about others. Others, who I see. Who I intuitively understand. I can help them see themselves better. It has always made me happier than anything else. It’s just who I am.

If you want to know me, if you want to be part of my life, I must know you in reality. That’s that.


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