Admiration is one of those things that is so highly subjective to be damn near meaningless. Much like the word "god": if a politician, an athlete, a televangelist, and a porn star can all publicly use the word ("I just want to thank god") in an apparently sincere form, then one has to question if anybody using that word is talking about the same fucking thing. The cost of hyper-individualism I guess . . . we all have private languages.
(Incidentally, I am more apt to believe the porn star more than any of the others, and the politician and the televangelist are tied in last place, unless they are being indicted. The porn star's career alone screams authenticity, and no, this is not cynicism talking.)
At any rate, in a community such as this, one sees/reads about admiration all the time. I wonder about that, because that's just what I do. I am following certain SG's, mainly to see how the community works, though other factors are certainly present. There are, I'm sure, many fascinating people here, and in time I'd like to communicate a bit and start following/being followed by folks who dig on who I am beyond the surface (see yesterday). Those are people I'd care to follow, and there is a reason or two, but the primary one is a simple matter of admiration (admittedly not so simple - see above).
I admire individuals with the strength to be sincere and authentic, which means I don't admire many people, though I may like them and enjoy their company. The two gentleman who tattoo me are in this category - I'll talk about them later - but through 70 hours of work, I've always been more than a client and not an outsider, though others in the shop suspect it of me. That's pretty hip, in my opinion.
Admiration may be a matter of seeing someone for who she or he truly is, which is a rare talent. Briefly, I admire Bugs Bunny, Beowulf, Artemis, Isaac the Syrian, and my girlfriend at age 19 who not only got me to go drag to Georgetown in DC, but also got me in the door at several clubs (with long hair, naturally curly, I am told I am a damn fine woman, or was . . .).
Now there are things I am drawn to irresistibly, which is another matter, perhaps for tomorrow.