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Things I Like

I have more trouble writing at length about happy things than issues, which results in a lot of difficulty-related posts. So, I'm going to try for a positive post, but I'm pretty sure it will just be a disjointed list of things that make me smile.
  • I love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love my service dog.
  • I really like being in the forest, especially when there is a waterfall or racing stream a distance away but just audible, and you're not near a busy road. I love sitting on firm, cool rocks and hugging ancient trees while imagining what they've seen. I love the smell of the forest. I like to close my eyes and use the proximity sense that a lot of blind people and people who don't see super well have to just feel everything around me. I used to love to climb, and I hope I'll be able to do that again by the time I finish rehab from breaking my knee.
  • I love my autistic and mentally ill internet friends who are super accepting of everyone and willing to stand up for what's right.
  • I like logic puzzles and books: fantasy, text books, science fiction, number puzzles, MENSA puzzles. It's all great. Surprisingly, I'm not as good at language puzzles. 
  • I love my mom. She's great. I love that we're getting to have a relationship now that we didn't get to have as much or as well in the past. 
  • I like my dad, Nathan, too. I like nights on the patio playing music together with Kim, Grandma, and the cat.
  • I like kids. :)
  • I like watching the same shows and listening to the same books over and over and over. I like that nobody gives me grief for that now that I'm an adult.
  • I like dreaming. I have more nightmares that good dreams right now, but I still have the ability to create entire worlds, work through complex problems, and even speak more of languages than I knew I spoke, in my sleep.
  • I like cats. I like everything about cats. I like when they're anti-social. I like when they're cuddly. I like that their body language is easy for me to read, far easier than humans' or dogs'. I like to pet them. I like how they smell and feel, and I enjoy the sound of their purring. I love it when they rub their face on you. I dig that they're calmer than dogs. I don't even mind cleaning up their litter boxes. I am a cat person.

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