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Being born with O-Negative blood coursing through your veins.
Now I admit, this is a tricky rec to pull off. In fact, one might say it’s impossible. Still, one should try, right? I mean why was one given this great, heaving, boring, messy, painful, thrilling life if not for one to shoot for the moon thereby at least landing among the stars.
As it happens, I have O-Negative blood.
Wait, Amy is this entire post just an opportunity to brag about your blood type, which is frankly, a very weird thing to be smug about?
I can’t answer that, but your suspicious and hostile question leads me to suspect that you DON’T have O-Negative blood, and for that I do pity you.
If you happen to have O-Negative Blood (only 8% of the population does — making you a rare little flower indeed) then you already know that you have a special moniker in Hematology — You are a Universal Donor.
Does “Universal Donor” sound a little bit like a superhero name? Can’t you just imagine Universal Donor standing hands on hips, square jawed and heroic, while the wind flaps her cape in the breeze? Hey, I didn’t say that us Universal Donors are superheroes, YOUR brain conjured up that vision, but if that’s how you want to view us, whomst am I to argue?
There is indeed heroic a element to being O-Negative , because our sweet, delicious blood can, as its name implies, be given to EVERYONE, whereas we ourselves, brave and noble vein-havers that we are, can only receive O-Negative blood.
So yeah, I have O-Negative blood and I give pints of it away whenever I can — *modest shrug conveying my humility and goodheartedness* — Just part of being a real life superhero, I guess.

Do you take pride in something incredibly random and/or stupid? What is it? Why do we do this? Tell me all about it in the comments below!
P.S. I added a new feature — I’m doing audio voiceover (look at the top of this post). You can hear me read this post - ack - so weird and I pronounce “goodheartedness” in a super Canadian way but it’s fine, don’t overthink it. Just post it. It’s fine.
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I have weirdly long arms that I mention more than a person should mention their arms. I love them because they are very helpful, and the look on people's faces when I open my arms to their full span is always satisfying.
Also, I have AB-neg blood, but that is not good for bragging about, since it makes me the selfish Universal Recipient. (Of note: my brother and sister are both AB, too. My mom is A, so I will let you review your grade 11 science notes to figure out my dad's type!)
I, until just now, believed that my blood type - AB positive - was the most wonderful of all blood types. Now, I find out that I’m more than ordinary. How about that I was BORN with bunions? These beauties were NOT caused by ill-fitting shoes. I wish I had a video of the moment some poor, unsuspecting shoe salesman suggested just that to my mother….silly man. At least, because they’ve always been there, looking awful, I’ve never had any bunion pain, although perfect-fitting footwear can be a challenge. Gawd, Amy…maybe you’ll get all kinds of info on friends and followers that can be used for or against….something?