I choose happiness over fun. Sometimes the two are mutually exclusive.
I LOVE growing, improving, and changing; I dislike status quo. - I can stay still when I am dead.
I LOVE sunshine; I don’t like melanoma, or wrinkles.
I don’t take long walks on the beach; I take naps on the beach.
I love bikinis: they are so freeing. I don’t like my eczema.
I like hiking up mountains; I don’t enjoy the walks down. - It’s depressing to keep looking down.
I love the views from the apices; I don’t like The View.
I love batting baseballs; I am not good at throwing them.
I love rock climbing (on walls, too); I detest gawks at my harnessed butt as I "climb-on."
I love long walks on the Esplanade; I don’t like the fume-infested streets on my way to the Esplanade.
I don’t like getting drenched from rain, but I like that rain cleans the air.
I don’t like the darkness and cold of rain, but I like the flashes of brightness that are thunderbolts, and the rainbow that follows.
I LOVE the taste of good tequila, and savoring different kinds of beers, wines, ports, etc. I dislike the taste of analgesic booze.
I like building things: relationships, knowledge, skills, laughters, suspense..... I don’t believe in "single-serving" fun, friend, sex, relationship, etc. that leads to nothing, or worse: something bad. - They waste precious time.
I love "Fight Club"; I don’t like fights in clubs.
I LOVE laughing loud and hard. I like crying loud and hard, too. - If I can openly feel the pain, I can fully feel the joys.
I love everything that leads up to fun consensual sex; I don’t like everything that follows.
I love excellence. It’s simply beautiful to witness; awe-inducing and blessed to be in the presence of.
I don’t believe in "don’t fix what’s not broken;" I believe in always striving to do and be better.
I like resolving issues at all costs so that I can move on; I don’t like thinking that problems will "just go away." - They never seem to.
I love smiles on people’s faces; I don’t like the pop-quiz that follows the smile on a professor’s face.
I welcome the pain that inspires me to grow; I yearn to run away from the pain of having caused another sadness I cannot undo.
I love that I am strong; I hate that I am weak.
I love that I love; I dislike that I cannot be loving.
I LOVE loving; I dislike disliking.
    I, apparently, love writing about myself; I dislike having that pointed out. Ouch.
THE END
    (Help was from Thomas’ Myspace Editor V4.4).