The following blog post contains subject matter that readers may find far less interesting than, let’s say, picking through belly button lint or watching paint dry. Reader discretion is, therefore, probably not necessary.
I was inspired to take up this challenge by one of my favorite bloggers imayormaynotkillmyself because it seemed like fun. And, who knows? Maybe on my continuing journey of self-discovery, I’ll learn something even more boring about myself in the process…but I don’t think that’s possible.
The rules are:
- Mention if you were nominated by someone or decided to take up the challenge on your own
- Write your own list of twelve things that make you different and proud (and odd maybe?!!)
- On your post, put a link to the original post here. This is where the challenge starts from TOKENS OF EXPRESSION
- Use the hashtag #12ThingsThatMakeMeDifferent
- Be sure to write these five rules on your post. Including the note.
Note: Nominations are completely optional. If you want to nominate anyone specifically, feel free to tag them and inform them. The purpose is to spread the message. I really, really do encourage nominations, that’s surely a better way to promote and let people know. If you choose to nominate, please tag at least three. But keeping in mind the discomfort many bloggers have about the same, there’s no pressure.
12 THINGS THAT MAKE ME DIFFERENT (PROUD OR ODD):
1. You can say that I’m a practicing misanthrope. Meaning, I’ve developed a deep distrust of humankind in recent years and I can’t tell you why because I don’t trust you.
2. Learning how to make light and fluffy pancakes and biscuits from scratch are my gifts to my family.
3. There’s really no evidence that the American Civil War has ended.
4. Humor is my weapon, a survival skill I use to keep away the daily threat of being swallowed up whole by depression. So, yeah, I guess you could say that I do take humor seriously.
5. I happen to be a very secretive person but I’ll never admit it.
6. I rabbit-hole a lot on YouTube just watching videos of Asian female rappers with their corn-rowed attitudes and half-assed twerking bodies, even though I can’t understand a damn word they say. But just seeing how the influence of Hip-Hop and Rap has grown since its origins in America amazes me.
7. It’s not that I want to be angry with America, its history, its present…but as a Black man, I’ve run out of options.
8. I know that Black Girl Magic is real. It’s a Dolly Parton song bossed up by Whitney Houston’s vocal skill like the kind of Nubian appeal White girls always tryin’ to steal but goes sideways like an off-brand drug deal for pushin’ “Beau braids” while steppin’ on that authentic nappy feel cuz McDonald’s should never try to sell soul food Happy Meals!
9. I dress like a retired breakdancer.
10. I try not to act my age because I don’t think I’m old enough.
11. Running in place, actually, makes me feel like I’m getting somewhere.
12. I’m a worst-case-scenario kind of guy who sees the world through the lens of a half-empty glass.
Well, my work here is done. Thanks for reading…umm and don’t worry the numbness will wear off shortly. Hey, you were warned!