I was born on a Sunday.

I was born on a Sunday.

And that old poem? It kinda came true.
You know the one.

Outlining a child’s fate from the moment they’re begun.
(Though still not as bad as gender reveal parties but that’s a whole other.)

It goes.

Monday’s child is fair of face,
Tuesday’s child is full of grace.
And the child that is born on the Sabbath day
Is bonny and blithe and good and gay.
Blithe? Sure? Bonny sometimes.
Good — hardly.
Hella gay and don’t know rhythm or rhyme.

And I’m a sucker for girls who play sports, even though I’ve never scored so much as a point on the field or the pitch.
And I’m a sucker for passion and learning — explain to me until your words reach a fever pitch, what are you into, girl? I’ll be into it, too — but I’m not changing for you, it’s just what I do, I’m turned on by people who know what turns them on.
Daydreaming is a hobby — let me tell you the places I’ve gone.
I’m a sucker for smirks with just enough heart and mystery to leave me wanting more.
I always want more.

I’m still learning how to be myself.
I’m not exactly sure who she is.
The line that stuck with me the most out any movie I’ve ever seen — don’t laugh — it’s The Princess Diaries, and Mia’s giving a speech and she says, “Why do I start so many sentences with the word ‘I’?”
She’d probably throw an expletive but it’s rated PG.
I hope it’s okay that I’m gonna break my own rule here.
Most of these sentences start with “I.”
But this poem’s about me so…. Indulge me, will you?

I’m learning how to be myself.
“Myself” is complicated. If you ask who I envy the most — I’d tell you people who really know who they are — who aren’t constantly questioning and wondering and reinventing.
I’m getting better than I used to be and one of the things I’ve realized most of all — reinventing’s in my soul.
I’ve already decided the title of my autobiography: Chameleon. Or maybe Chameleonic. I’ve always been indecisive.

I was born at night and I’ve been waking up ever since.

I like fried eggs, and flirting, and stretching your expectations.
I like beer… a lot.
I’ve been told my face is a map.
I can’t hide my emotions, it’s not that I wear them on my sleeve but rather my whole body.
This can offend people or sometimes clue them in to how I feel about them or what’s going on.
Either way I’m bad at poker.

Secretly I get really nervous every time someone new sees me without clothes, though somehow, in that case, I’m good at making it seem like I know how sexy I am.

I have an odd fascination with coins on sidewalks and movie credits.
I assume I like them because they’re good starting points for origin stories.
I guess that’s why I’m forever people-watching.

You see, people-watching reminds me that I’m not afraid of being alone or being together.
But I’m scared to death of everything that’s going to happen the very moment I turn 30.

I’m clumsy.

Yesterday I tripped over my pride, landed on my face in the trap I set for you, and it shattered like forgiveness.

I’ve never been in the place where you live but I have this feeling I’d like it. I can picture it every time I try.

I know this sounds weird but I wonder what strangers say about me when I’m not around. Do I make an impression? Did my kindness in that brief exchange when I was buying sushi and tipped you too much make your day better? Did you see past my greasy hair and uneven complexion and appreciate my kindness? Does it register to you that I, too, am a human with a whole life?
I strive for this kind of recognition for others, but I don’t always succeed.

Hi, my name is Hayley.
I enjoy thinking too hard, feeling too much, and passionately explaining to acquaintances why the idea of “clean eating” is slowly poisoning our society under the guise of health.
But I don’t connect to others as often as I should.

I have solar powered social skills
And a battery-operated heart.

My hobbies include editing my dating history, hiding behind my ideals, and trying to convince myself that I’ve already succeeded in becoming some version of who I want to be.

You see I don’t know much, but I do know this: I know that the kinder you are to people who can’t do anything for you, the better the two of us will get along.
And I know that there are big things coming, even if I don’t yet know .. Exactly what they are.

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