Blogger Jewish Young Professional (not a dating site) has issued the Anti-Self-Deprecation Challenge, and I thought, why not rise to the occasion? On the other hand, she has issued this challenge previously, so it’s taken a year or more for me to think of something. Y’all know it’s hard for me to say anything nice about myself.
Why I am doing this, I dunno. Change things up a little, I guess. Here are a couple of things I–shudder–don’t hate about myself.
In no particular order:
- I’m a good student. Straight A’s got me nowhere, but if they did, I’d be set for life. In college, I’d haul my books to the kitchen when I woke up and I’d say goodnight to them last. I once won first place in a writing contest I didn’t even enter (when I used to be smart). And guess what? I never pulled a single all-nighter. Whoop de doo.
- I’m good at my job. Well, that’s not saying too much. But if there’s a mystery to be solved, I’m the one to call. Mainly because I’m the only one who can find the “shift” key. I am the keeper of knowledge in the store and if I don’t know the answer, I know where to find it. I’m the go-to person for anything that’s needed, big or small, and I am famous for my patience. (To that last point, I should be famous for acting, too.)
- I champion the underdog. There might be someone I don’t like, but when I realize no one else likes them either (except my boss), I immediately feel compelled to stand up for them. Bonus points if there appears to be a chromosomal issue going on. Maybe it’s atonement for the sins of my past in how I’ve treated people, but I can’t stand to see someone piled on who can’t defend themselves very well.
- I have a conscience. Not saying I’m a good person–and by gum my conscience will remind me of that every day. Since I am not naturally inclined to be good and decent, I at least have a compass to point me in the right direction. Usually after the fact, but still. I actually believe in the whole “character is what you do when no one is watching” thing. Whoever is responsible in little things, can be trusted with big ones.
- I have a winning smile. It’s not a Miss America Chiclet smile, but a sly little smirk that says, “Yup, this is all a big joke, and you and I are in on it.” People simply cannot help smiling back, even curmudgeonly randos walking down the street. I love when I can tell it’s against their will. (Conversely, I also have a death glare that I can utilize to wilt people in their tracks, but I’m not sure that I should like that about myself.)
Well, that’s about all I can muster for this decade!
I am closing comments because I don’t want anyone to think I’m fishing for compliments. As usual I would much prefer to hear about you. Thank you for those who have read.