I use to have a fantasy game where I pretended that I had a magically unconscious friend but I had no memory (had only been told she and I were best friends) and I had to figure out what would wake her. It necessitated my figuring out what sort of friend I would like to have (Good sense of humor? Do I like music? What kind? Maybe we bonded over music and I could hum/sing a particular type of song?) I had to "remember" myself, what I liked (reading, for example) and then figure out, we had to have something in common to meet in the first place and want to be friends and then extrapolating that the other person would have a similar list about me; who wants to be friends with someone who is "a worthless loser"?

In order to accept love, one would have to give up thinking poorly of one's self or they'd be stuck unable to accept what love was given.

I had my car break down and my husband was unavailable. It looked like my car was not fixable and the owner of the gas station where I was had his grandmother's car for sale which just happened to be exactly the car of my dreams. I could "afford" it but it was several thousand dollars, dare I buy it without my husband knowing/saying okay? Suddenly I remembered my husband saying to me, "I trust your judgment" and, since I trust his I looked at my decisions and saw that, yes, they were good decisions! So, I thought through my car problem and this solution again and it appeared to be a good solution so I bought the car! It was scary but. . .

So, I could not put it on my charge card because the gas station "brand" (I think it was a Shell) did not allow their owners to mix business with personal stuff; he put half of it on there to "hold" it and let me drive the car home and I agreed to come back before 7:00 (when he would be leaving/the station would be closing?) with a check/cash for the whole thing, the title, all that and we'd make the switch (he was taking my car in trade and was going to give it to one of his mechanics who needed a car and let him "fix" it if he could, at cost so he'd have a car).

My husband, who had been off on adventures of his own all day, comes home and I come out of the house (it was like half an hour before the time period was up) babbling at him at top speed and he just sits there, trying to understand what is going on. My car isn't there and there's a strange car where my car should be, LOL. He later told me he was afraid to get out of the car until he knew what was going on. But it turned out I was right; the car was great for 3-4 years until it was in an accident and then the insurance company gave me almost as much as I'd paid for it 3-4 years previously! I got a good deal and my next car was the exact same kind.