I’m a good listener. My friends tell me I’m the Dr. Phil they turn to when they really need help…(even though I think Dr. Phil can be a little obnoxious. I’m hoping it’s a compliment!)
I seem to be pretty adept at training dogs.
I like my eyes, my full lips and my legs. I’m learning to accept my big boobs since my husband seems to like them.
I feel confident in my career choice - interior design. I enjoy it and I think I’m pretty darn good at it. My clients are happy so that makes me happy.
I’m fairly well read. I’m glad I’m a reader.
I’m relatively intelligent - unless I compare myself to most of the people on this board. (Eeek, no. I don’t think I want to do that.)
I don’t take myself too seriously. I seem to be able to make others laugh. I know how to have fun.
I’m well mannered. I write a mean thank you note.
I feel pretty strong within myself. I don’t take caca from people anymore - and I don’t second guess myself. Yay!
I am a very experienced knitter. I’ve looked at what you need to do to get a master knitter certificate from the Knitting Guild of America, and it all seems like stuff that I could easily do. The only real advanced technique I’m not proficent in is double knitting. I’ve done it, but not enough to get good at it. It’s a bit tedious. But I can conquer any stitch, and I’m even good at two-handed Fair Isle (knitting with a different color yarn in each hand.)
I somehow found a really cute husband who finds me terribly attractive even when I look like complete and utter hell. And we made one extremely cute baby. My older son is pretty darned attractive as well. And despite my chunkiness, my kids are both naturally skinny. Don’t know how that one happened.
I’ve got IQ well above average (real, actual IQ test done by a qualified professional when I was in grade school, thankyousoverymuch.)
I read really, really fast. Thank Og for Libraries.
I feel that the vast majority of my traits are positive. I particularly like that I have almost limitless patience and very little sense of boredom. I can turn almost anything into a game much like Seymour Skinner when he was trapped under the newspaper pile. I’m also very smart. And although it’s vain I love being tall (6’5"/191cm) and having pale green eyes.
Okay, let’s see… I’d like to think this isn’t an exhaustive list.
I have a passion. Even though my interests lie in a field very difficult to get into (game design), no matter how boring my day job is, I’ll always be able to entertain myself by writing in my notebook in my spare time. If I actually one day get to do that for a living, that’s just a bonus.
I’m a good hugger (apparently), and am good at cheering up those that are down.
I look distinctive and unusual, so people usually remember me. Alas, I lack this luxury online, so I guess I’ll have to say memorable things instead.
Yeah, me too. It’s good to be able to see other tall people in a crowd, I find. Are you sure about that imperial to metric conversion, there, though? I think 6’5" is a bit more than 191cm.
Incidentally, reading this thread makes me glad I signed up here. You all sound like such high-quality people!
Well that was a figure I calculated about 8 years ago but doing a websearch for “inches cm conversion” turns up several sites that automatically do the conversion and it’s actually 190.5.
Yup, lots of good folk here. You’re just noticing it after 17 months?
Okay, I’m freaking out now. I’m sure I’m either 6’6" or 198cm, but hell, I thought I was both! Lucky I didn’t list “grasps basic facts about the world in which he resides” as one of my good points, eh.
I’ll figure it out, though - I probably shouldn’t hijack this any further.
I’m a good mom, and I have raised my special needs daughter almost entirely by myself
I’m good to my family and have a strong relationship with them
I am a good partner to my fiance
I am intelligent
I am a good (sometimes great) writer
I’m a fast reader and have read hundreds of books on all different subjects
I know a lot about music, everything from classic rock to stoner doom metal
I am fiercely independent and everything I have, I have because I earned it
I put myself through college
And, at 31-years-of age, I am still hot shit. I look almost exactly the same as when I was 22. I could still walk into any strip club in town and get hired immediately (and I’d be one of the top gals too). And I still get compliments almost every time I’m out. (Superficial, but hey, y’all asked )
(Vain is on my list of things I don’t really like so much about me, but for some reason I can’t help it. I’m an egomaniac.)
I like that I was able to overcome many kinds of adversity in my life and become the kind of man that a woman wants to marry and stay married to.
I like that I’m the person they come to at work to do what they don’t know how to, or show them how. Sometimes, even the Chief Engineer does it.
I can make people laugh. I can make my wife laugh by saying anything in a Liverpool accent. “Sorry we hurt your field, mister!”
People have often commented on how I have a level of patience and determination that they can’t find in themselves.
Critters like me, and not just domesticated ones. (Well, I dunno about tigers or pit vipers, but birds and squirrels and farm animals will land on, or come up to me without fear.)
I like that I am so stress-free that I never have to raise my voice, or drink to loosen up, or even have a massage.
I tried making a new thread with this title, only to be told that this one existed, so let’s bump this, 'cuz I could use some positive self-talk right now.
I like how, even when I don’t know what the hell I’m doing, I always at least give what I’m doing an honest effort.
I like my sense of humor; I’m able to make my mother and best friend laugh on a regular basis with my dry wit and collection of jokes.
I see the good in people.
I can sing.
I’m kind to others.
Dogs and cats like me.
I write fairly well (although not as well as my kids).
I’m a smartass, but a respectful smartass.
I like myself the most when I’m able to like you. Although that really sounds mamby-pamby Mr. Rogersy, it is undeniable. It’s not always easy to like you, but when I am able to do so, it’s my only respite from misanthropy and self-loathing.