Nine months ago I turned thirty. Here's a list, in no particular order, of things I've been called since then.
the most normal person I've ever met
just like my grandma
a brilliant writer
not a real teacher
my favorite daughter
my only valentine
the best person ever
Some of those are dead on accurate, while I'd certainly debate others. Some of the phrases and names actually come from unexpected sources, for example it was my father, and not my boyfriend, who called me "my only valentine" (he's in his seventies, currently going through chemotherapy, and I found that kind of sweet and sad). What I like about making a list like this is that I can observe how the spectrum of perception, particularly how people view me, varies at times so widely that there are flat out contradictions in the list along with some pretty twisted curve balls. Everyone has their own unique truth. I might be somebody's sweetheart, but for some other guy I'll forever be "that asshole". Who we "really" are, and what kind of person we struggle to be, may be another thing entirely. Kind of neat to think about.