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I just returned from Phil and Berti’s wedding. It was a very nice affair. G and I had fun dancing, Flex and I were out of hand discipline problems and I had a great time kissing and hugging women I hadn’t even been introduced to. You just can’t take me anywhere. *wink*
Concern: Am I traumatizing people by invading their personal zone and giving them a hug? For the most part, I announce my intention or ask if it is okay for me to hug them before I go barging into their personal space, but some of them seem to only assent because of the force of my personality. They are stiff huggers. I remember what it was like growing up in the Northeast. Everyone was stiff as a three day old corpse. Am I harming these timid ladies or am I helping them by breaking their resistance to touch? Hugs are so healing and most of my friends that were originally reticent to let me hug them seem to look forward to it now. I’m not sure if I forced them to change or if they were merely looking for someone who could help them lower their own inhibitions.
What does everyone think?
Just catching up on LJ reading.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lethran asked these questions:
#1 What movie best describes/epitomizes your generation and why?
I’m not sure if I can think of one movie to describe the whole generation. I tend to think that maybe one of the “brat pack” movies like Pretty in Pink or The Breakfast Club might be a statement. None of them are certainly a generational description, though. I’ll have to pass.
#2 If you could time travel for one week to any one place and time, which would you choose and why?
Well, I guess that I could describe to you my idea of “heavenly rewards.” I believe that if I am a very good girl in this live, that I should receive reward points to spend as I like in the afterlife. One of my greatest desires would be to be transported to the beginning of time with a remote control in my spiritual hand. I would then hit the PLAY button and begin to witness the formation of the Universe. I could fast forward the pace, rewind or pause and walk through various points in time in any location I choose. I could walk among the dinosaurs, witness evolution, watch a diamond form from a lump of coal, see Shakespeare write a sonnet, witness my grandparents meeting, etc. Having said that, I couldn’t possibly pick out only one place and time. I’m already spoiled by the notion that if I concentrate really hard and believe it to be true, I can manifest my own afterlife. Go me! I just hope it doesn’t end up being one of those terribly painted rooms with bad music piped in and the thing you hate most sitting there across from you for all eternity. Ick!
#3 What is your theme song?
I have different theme songs for different stages and times of my life. I can safely say that some of my High School themes were The Smiths – How Soon is Now and Suzanne Vega’s Left of Center. Nowadays it has been silly happy songs like Jill Sobule – I Kissed a Girl and fun Muppet songs. Life is good!
#4 Describe the worst relationship mistake you ever made.
Allowing myself and another sweet soul involve ourselves in a double re-bound relationship that, though it was incredibly instructive and valuable in too many ways to mention, was also very difficult for us both to break it off kindly. I fear I hurt her terribly and I still feel badly that I couldn’t have found an easier way to keep all the wonderful aspects of our friendship while easing off on the bits that weren’t working.
#5 Silk, Rubber, or leather?
Silk nearest the skin, rubber grips on tools and in-the-tub non-skid mats, leather on my shoes. I’m afraid as a vegetarian I still can’t loose my dependence on leather shoes. My feet are so odd and hard to shoe that only leather seems to conform to them. Manmade materials always hurt my feet. *sigh* I have no excuse, I accept my hypocrisy and hope to work on it in the next life or the afterlife. I’m sure I’ll have to atone for the years before I recycled as well. Oh well, Karma will deal with it justly, I suppose.
*By the way: I wrote my answers then read the replies of my friends and laughed to discover how many x'ers mentioned Breakfast Club as the generation movie. Hee hee.
Concern: Am I traumatizing people by invading their personal zone and giving them a hug? For the most part, I announce my intention or ask if it is okay for me to hug them before I go barging into their personal space, but some of them seem to only assent because of the force of my personality. They are stiff huggers. I remember what it was like growing up in the Northeast. Everyone was stiff as a three day old corpse. Am I harming these timid ladies or am I helping them by breaking their resistance to touch? Hugs are so healing and most of my friends that were originally reticent to let me hug them seem to look forward to it now. I’m not sure if I forced them to change or if they were merely looking for someone who could help them lower their own inhibitions.
What does everyone think?
Just catching up on LJ reading.
lethran asked these questions:#1 What movie best describes/epitomizes your generation and why?
I’m not sure if I can think of one movie to describe the whole generation. I tend to think that maybe one of the “brat pack” movies like Pretty in Pink or The Breakfast Club might be a statement. None of them are certainly a generational description, though. I’ll have to pass.
#2 If you could time travel for one week to any one place and time, which would you choose and why?
Well, I guess that I could describe to you my idea of “heavenly rewards.” I believe that if I am a very good girl in this live, that I should receive reward points to spend as I like in the afterlife. One of my greatest desires would be to be transported to the beginning of time with a remote control in my spiritual hand. I would then hit the PLAY button and begin to witness the formation of the Universe. I could fast forward the pace, rewind or pause and walk through various points in time in any location I choose. I could walk among the dinosaurs, witness evolution, watch a diamond form from a lump of coal, see Shakespeare write a sonnet, witness my grandparents meeting, etc. Having said that, I couldn’t possibly pick out only one place and time. I’m already spoiled by the notion that if I concentrate really hard and believe it to be true, I can manifest my own afterlife. Go me! I just hope it doesn’t end up being one of those terribly painted rooms with bad music piped in and the thing you hate most sitting there across from you for all eternity. Ick!
#3 What is your theme song?
I have different theme songs for different stages and times of my life. I can safely say that some of my High School themes were The Smiths – How Soon is Now and Suzanne Vega’s Left of Center. Nowadays it has been silly happy songs like Jill Sobule – I Kissed a Girl and fun Muppet songs. Life is good!
#4 Describe the worst relationship mistake you ever made.
Allowing myself and another sweet soul involve ourselves in a double re-bound relationship that, though it was incredibly instructive and valuable in too many ways to mention, was also very difficult for us both to break it off kindly. I fear I hurt her terribly and I still feel badly that I couldn’t have found an easier way to keep all the wonderful aspects of our friendship while easing off on the bits that weren’t working.
#5 Silk, Rubber, or leather?
Silk nearest the skin, rubber grips on tools and in-the-tub non-skid mats, leather on my shoes. I’m afraid as a vegetarian I still can’t loose my dependence on leather shoes. My feet are so odd and hard to shoe that only leather seems to conform to them. Manmade materials always hurt my feet. *sigh* I have no excuse, I accept my hypocrisy and hope to work on it in the next life or the afterlife. I’m sure I’ll have to atone for the years before I recycled as well. Oh well, Karma will deal with it justly, I suppose.
*By the way: I wrote my answers then read the replies of my friends and laughed to discover how many x'ers mentioned Breakfast Club as the generation movie. Hee hee.
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