It’s what you want to be. What I want. Everyone wants to be welcome, right?
Accepted with pleasure.
From my natural gray highlights to the stray hair I sometimes forget to pluck off the mole on the side of my face. Rolls of blubber from too many cookies and not enough exercise.
I don’t want any of that to matter to you, but it does. Maybe it’s too much to ask, anyway. To be welcome, always – no matter what.
Really, who could blame you?
I pick my nose when I think no one is looking. My farts can really stink, and I sometimes wear the same pair of socks several days in a row.
Would I welcome you without hesitation and no disgust if I caught you in these acts? Maybe, probably not.
But You. You welcome me, accept me with pleasure, always no matter what – even when I try to convince You that You shouldn’t.
But no, You keep Your promises. Never forsake me, ever, for anything.
When I ate a dozen cookies followed by uncountable gummis, You used it for good. The aching constipation necessitated tests that exposed a cyst.
Only You would, could turn my over-indulging into something useful.
Why You do it, I don’t know. It’s just what You do.
– First Friday Five Minute Post of 2015