Flinted

I imagine myself like a spark.

That's what life is, right?

Something you ignite

with a hard rock and sharp flint

Something you channel

through circuits of resistance

Something you follow

when things get dark outside

Something that sputters

and eventually just dies out

I used to care about things like

image, personality, preferences, etc.

But this hunk of flesh and bone

is just this life's current model

The thing that makes me me

has very little to do with all that

And very much to do with my

Brightness

Humor

Flexibility

Persistence

Sincerity

Overbearingness

Energy

Love

Loyalty

Fascination

and those things that can't be captured

by a psych test or anthropology study

but only by ten minutes sitting down

and putting up with me over a drink

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Hmm, in hindsight, this would have made a much better pickup line than what I used...