There's a dichotomous element of my personality that I find hard to match. It has something to do with a quality of irreverence/rock-and-roll/childlike-wonder/hedonism paired with a quality of having-shit-together. Very playful and very serious, by turns. I'd like to encounter more people who possess similar degrees of these opposing inclinations.
I don't have a favorite animal, but I sure do like sea otters' ability to build giant rafts of themselves and their loved ones tied together with seaweed. And I like telling stories. My three favorite first-person stories involve a copperhead, a supernatural thing, and a magical evening when I once put out a cigarette in a woman's designer purse that I thought was an art deco ashtray.
Other things I love. Roads -- country roads and city roads -- woods, mountains, bodies of water and my home. My home, and the desire to just drive. I've loved every home in which I've ever lived, even those that were not in nice places or easy times.
I have an MFA in poetry, so most of my favorite reads are sadly known only to others who have an MFA in poetry. My favorite poem is "Sensationalism" by Larry Levis. Other favorite reads include Speak, Memory (autobiography of Vladmir Nabokov), The Autobiography of Red (novel in verse by Anne Carson) and Sylvester and the Magic Pebble by William Steig.
Seriously, I believe that folks who say they hate exercise simply haven't found the right kind(s). (I also own one of those giant, heavy hula hoops, and I know how to use it! But I promise it doesn't have lights or glow-in-the-dark paint, and I mostly use it in the privacy of my own home). (And "scarves" are really just arms, duh . . . ).