I have to think of more superlatives for myself….My self, what a wonderful being…I just enjoy the wonders of being…even in the shadows of my blunders I’m beaming…even when I’m failing I’m succeeding…don’t even mumble the word humble around me…I don’t want that type of weakness to surround me…I refuse to let meekness define me…I won’t let your insecurities confine me…THEY don’t want you to talk like this…Heads up, chest out, they don’t want you to walk like this…well I like this because I’m like this…I take the good with the bad, the wrong with the right as I write this…And still don’t care if you like it. Or do I?