Sure, he’s attractive.
But, after all these years, why have we never dated, you want to know?
Because too many of his actions are consistent with ones that would belong to a description of someone defined by our culture as “a douche”.
That’s why.
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Have you ever seen the film “Crazy, Stupid, Love”, with Ryan Gosling and Steve Carell (among other familiar faces)? (If you haven’t, you can watch it on Netflix!) ***If you don’t want anything ruined from the movie, do not read this next part.*** Remember the scene where Emma Stone’s character asks Ryan Gosling’s what his line is for getting girls to sleep with him? So, he finally comes out with the fact that he does the “Dirty Dancing” lift. She doesn’t believe him, but they do the lift anyway, and, of course, she totally falls for him at the end of the lift.
So, why is this relevant?
You see, I do acro-yoga – at least, I have re-started doing acro-yoga again, after a three-ish-year break. The other night, at a sort of practice/hangout session (called a “jam”), one of the guys offered to test out a certain standing lift with me. It was not the most basic option, so we agreed to do the simpler option first. And what was that option? The “Dirty Dancing” lift.
It definitely takes effort from both parties to make it work properly, so the “Crazy, Stupid, Love” version makes it look too simple. “Dirty Dancing” is definitely closer to the kind of effort it actually would take a newbie flyer/follow to pull off the lift. I’ve done lifts in dance routines before, and even a throw/toss, so I’m practiced in the concept of lifts, but I’ve never done that particular lift in a routine. Anyway, so it took a few almosts, and then we had the lift down perfectly.
And it felt like flying… or something. I’ve never actually flown (I think), so I can’t actually compare anything to flying, but it definitely felt magical and like I was more than just physically ‘above’ everything around me – I felt like I was on a higher plane of life. And, of course, that I was utterly beautiful in this specific position, muscles flexed beautifully, like a fairy zooming overhead.
And this guy helped me to be in this position – it was because of him that I was in such a place of wonder and beauty…. I suddenly totally could get why girls would want to ravish the guy who did that lift with them. Fortunately, I knew the guy and the general activity well enough to keep him and the actual task separate from one another in my head. Otherwise, I would have been a total mess full of goo-goo eyes for him for weeks. But I fully understood what could be so attractive, so sexy, so desirable about doing that lift. I mean, how often do people normally put me into a place of magical wonder, and make me feel more beautiful than the whole world? (Perhaps your life is different from mine, but I’ll let you know: It is extremely rare for me.) 😛
That being said, I have two things: 1) Totally try out acro-yoga, because it’s a blast and is totally easy, even if you aren’t super fit or anything. 2) I recommend giving the “Dirty Dancing” lift a try at some point in your life, guy or girl, because it is magical and awesome (as I have already mentioned multiple times). 🙂
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My family is so amazing, I wish they lived closer together and to me… no one compares to them and to our relationships with one another.
It’s no wonder I always feel like I have almost no friends – none are the kind of friendships I really seek, ones like the bonds with my family members… and the few who are close like family, mostly live extremely far away, not even in a neighboring state (let alone country for some).
It seems I’ve really taken the whole ‘never settle in life’ concept seriously – it’s either spectacular friends or no friends.
But is that really best?
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Sometimes, you just have to be scared, and go for it anyway, and everything will turn out better than you ever imagined…
That’s how it seems to work in my life for me, anyway… without fail.
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Have you ever been a hot commodity?
It’s somewhat of a newer experience for me, though, in this particular situation, I’ve been of a similar status for quite a while.
The thing about it is that, it’s wonderful when those I want taking advantage of my presence are there to take advantage, and no one I don’t particularly want taking advantage of my presence gets in the way…
But it never really goes that way, now does it?
When everyone appreciates one’s value, everyone wants to benefit from that value…
And I do give back loads…, but, sometimes, I just want to go out and enjoy myself, and not bother with all of the newer, inexperienced folk expending my energy.
Of course, and then I run the risk of being considered utterly snobby, thinking myself above everyone else.
However, especially recently, I am starting to understand why so many people have given up trying not to seem snobby… it just takes too much effort to care what so many people think when, just every once in a while, they want to have some fun for themselves, not have to have things be a helping-out, volunteer-y time.
Yeah, I get that now… no wonder so many of them seem so stuck-up…
So, while I love having my talent and skills, it’s not always great being a hot commodity, when people’s feelings and opinions are so easily injured.
Those are my thoughts to share for tonight. 🙂
(Good luck with your own hot commodity situations ;))
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What do I really wish?
Not just for all of this to be fixed and for things to be clean and perfect and fresh, and for everything in my life to smell good or odorless… as much as a large part of me desires that, something deeper within me wants something more…
This part of me wants to be free of that extreme-desire-slash-necessity altogether… sure, I want things to be clean and perfect and sanitary and beautifully scented (or scent-free)…, but I want that to be just a want, not a near-incapacitating desire.
I want to be free of that need for everything to be so clean.
I wish to be myself, not this brain-trapped version of me.
That’s what I really wish.
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And sometimes, life is ruled by smells, a bad experience forever ruining an acceptable smell, merely by coincidental location association…
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My mother is from a small town in East Texas.
I found out this past week that the mother of this gorgeous-eyed person I recently met is from a neighboring town to my mother’s hometown.
While visiting family for my aunt’s birthday celebration, my mother mentioned that my aunt’s friend at the celebration probably would know that mother, because of where she lives (and who she is).
I only knew the woman’s married name (and her son’s first and last name, of course), but after only a handful of minutes, the friend mentions some possible connections.
After a handful more of minutes, she mentions multiple definite connections to the family, alongside the comment, ‘Oh, this must be the cutie pie with those gorgeous eyes,’ (obviously having done a tad bit of Facebook stalking [but just a tad]).
All the while, the entire house has been discussing various other possible connections to the family, including one that involved her mother or aunt having been my aunt’s teacher.
I might have considered multiple face palms throughout all of this….
…You see, when I find out that someone has a friend from Houston, I usually don’t even ask who it is, because it is beyond unlikely that I know the person…. but, with this, I didn’t even know the woman’s name, and I just might have all sorts of information on her and her siblings (or cousins) and mom (or aunt)…
Small town really is a totally different story from big city.
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I have OCD, and I’m taking supplements to help rebalance out my hormone levels (because a lot of OCD is tied to hormone imbalances), and it had been making a noticeable difference.
But having the OCD still sucks, and some days are just really sucky.
And I mean really, really sucky… like today…, and I just want to have someone who will come take care of me and do everything for me, because I’m already stomach sick, and I don’t want to deal with anything but curling up in bed, and the OCD is panicking because I am sick…, and I just don’t want to deal with any of it (by) myself right now.
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My stomach has ached and I have been consistently nauseous for the past four or five days…
Just about any food – and I mean the idea of it – makes my stomach curl in concern.
I feel as though I am growing paranoid about whether I’ll be able to find the right foods to make this all end, and am thereby making it all worse by being so distraught.
I don’t know how pregnant women do it for weeks at a time, and get through it okay, because it’s only been a few days of nausea for me, and I’m a total pathetic case of wanting someone to take care of me while I curl up in bed, borderline crying. 😛
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