I fear using the word 'legacy' will make me turn 85 in the next ten seconds.
Here is my legacy ...
1. I like lists. I haven't figured out why lists are problematic today. I'm not in on that part of the dust-up, but I like my lists and won't be ending them soon.
2. I have been a big asshole here on occasion.
3. I have been extremely tolerant and kind here on occasion as well.
4. I've written some really boring posts. Please be kind and do me the favor of not responding with "Yes. This one."
5. I wrote a completely evil and funny post about sea monkeys once. But it wasn't really about sea monkeys. Amazingly, the person I was arguing with is now nice to me and I to her. We still don't agree on everything, but heck, she's a human being like I am. I like that about her.
6. Occasionally, I am witty.
7. I can anticipate sarcastic comments before they are made. As in, "Yes. Witty as a dull knife in a locked drawer!" I know one of you was going to write that.
8. I have an UNFINISHED fictional piece. And when I realized that OS could lay claim to it in some fashion, I realized I couldn't finish it here. Sorry. Oops. There's a black, spinny thing out there ready to kill Planet Earth and Rat Girl. And it's still there. Of course, in reality, about three of you care about that. Which is okay. :)
9. I have left some extremely self-righteous stuff on here. I am like that. Very self-righteous. It's the other end of self-critical/desperate to do the right thing. Pride always gets in there somehow. That bitch.
10. I've learned that when I use the word 'bitch' everyone assumes I'm discussing women. I think that's weird, and I want to de-gender that word and apply it to anyone.
11. I've learned my legacy isn't something that I've left behind me. It's something I'm taking with me. Everywhere I go.
My legacy is really just the feeling that I get when I read something here or see something here that moves me to that place beyond myself, that sublime place, where, for just a second, everything is real. Everything is authentic. For that brief second. Then, I reach out to touch it and it's gone. That's art. My legacy ... I have to carry it with me. But, you know, thank you for it.