Tell us one thing you hope people never say about you.
I’m neither perfect nor flawless. But I accept my imperfections and my flaws.
I can be cranky and crotchety and angry and impatient. But I can also be kind and generous and witty and empathetic and happy. I can hate and I can love. I am human, no different from most other humans.
The truth is, though, when you reach a certain age — my age, for example — you just don’t really care anymore what other people think or say about you. It’s not like I’m going to change. I am who I am. As far as I’m concerned, people need to accept me for who I am or move along. Makes no difference to me.
Written for today’s WordPress Daily Prompt. Also for Fandango’s One Word Challenge (neither).