We had a chat the other night about how people end up in our lives, and I’m so glad you’re in mine. I love going on little adventures, and dancing, and making crepes, and singing along to the Barenaked Ladies, and (yes, even) watching movies with you. You inspire me every day to greet the world with a smile and not to be too hard on myself and I am so grateful. Love always, no matter where life takes us. — Kindred Spirit In a 90’s Dress
This article appears in Jan 17-23, 2013.
I will never understand anyone’s need to ‘dance’.
It’s ridiculous flailing and wasted movement.
I mean, even plastic and wind can simulate how idiotic it is.
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Maybe you don’t find music moving, but I know a large portion of people do. If you’ve never experienced the need to dance, that’s too bad, because it is a great way to express emotion.
I understand your feeling about dancing Zed. If I get up on the dance floor I can’t help but wonder “What the Hell am I doing up here?”. Of course, others watching me dance may be wondering the same thing.
no one is looking at you, they are all too worried (or chuffed) about how they look to others.
but i don’t see why anyone should have to dance if they don’t enjoy it, since it falls into the ‘recreational’ column.
dancer VS non dancer is another of those relationship sink holes. i don’t agree with one partner nagging the other to dance, and i don’t agree with non dancer getting mad if dancer needs to dance, and does it with others.
i prefer to dance on my own, at home ( no surprise there) for fun while doing housework or just being crazy crazy. if it does express emotion, why would i want to do that in public?
I still don’t get it.
I guess I just prefer to ‘express emotion’ in a much less vague and less ridiculous way.
Choreographed dancing is even worse…
It’s basically line dancing without the cowboy hat.
Do you really want to liken yourself to jim n barb lahey?
Zed Jim and Barb Lahey,(though dysfunctional) have each other.
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BTW today is Hug Day.Big hugs for everyone. 🙂 :)…
ok, i will confess, i don’t like being hugged. one of those things about humans i just haven’t been able to master.
sometimes i give bone cruncher hugs and sometime i stand there like a tree. i liked your gnome hug good dog
guh-nome hug? is that because i was at your clavicle level? you…i didn’t mind hugging.
i got my fill of flattie-hugging doing trade shows and conventions. blech. man i love my hermit life.
It’s been a long while.
The Captain isn’t allowed to hug anymore. There was a recurring problem at the ER with too many people showing up with cracked ribs, broken spines, bruised clavicles… apparently I get too excited when I hug people.
my family is populated by giants, so i love hugging the vertically challenged^^
In the spinal cord rehab I remember a pamphlet/book on how to hug people when you’re in a chair. I use it’s many lessons every effing day.
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i like one-armed hugs. gives you an escape route.
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I’m one of the tallest females in my family.I have a cousin who’s a little person.
I have a love/hate thing with hugging friends.
^^ initials ls by chance?
some of my best friends are really short, i don’t see them much but when we do greet each other it’s “fuck are you ever short, fuck are you ever tall” the difference in foot size is always funny too. i love variety
well, i am short, but have huge feet, pontoons actually. my mom used to try to make it better by saying that at least i wouldn’t fall over.
do you not see your short friends ‘much’ because they are hidden behind shrubs? compost bins? fire hydrants? or just too far down there to see without squinting. hee hee
they live in other provinces, clever girl. that’s what my mother said to me too plus “you would’ve been even taller if you hadn’t grown so far along the ground” she also told me that my cateye glasses made me look beautiful, moms tell white lies^^
Are people with big feet better swimmer’s than those with small feet?Lol
hah, could be, i’m a good swimmer but i know adults who can’t swim and i don’t think it has anything to do with their feet
i can’t swim, even tho i have these HUGE permanent floatation devices that would keep me up even in the perfect storm in the middle of the friggin atlantic. it’s all a matter of attitude. in the water, all i can think of is all that space under me, and how my dangly bits (legs) look to stuff with teeth.
ahhh pg, did your cat’s eye glasses have rhinestones at the corners. i always pined for a pair like that. a girl named adrienne in grade 4 had a pair. she was so rich.
no, nothing that grand, my brother had the buddy holly frames. not a lot of choice back in the day