"I can't handle deprivation of any kind."
I feel like this Livejournal thingery here is going to become my forum for discussing the things I've seen people do; I'll just tell little stories about silly anecdotes that occured in my travels. I was discussing 'art' today, and how, beyond dance, photography, painting, music, etc...people fit right in their too.
Last night, whilst describing my fasting experience to a few people, a stereotypical MILF/gold digger character responded to my note of fasting for 3 days with: "I can't handle deprivation of any kind." To me, it was amusing to watch the men in the room, including the one to whom she was married. It is those sort of moments where, I was sort of 'owning' the conversation in the room, and I suddenly feel like all control has been lost, from any hands. I finished the tidbit of story I was in the middle of, and left, to go get myself a half bottle of red wine.
That's the first of many, many, silly moments that will be recounted here, ladies and gents.
Last night, whilst describing my fasting experience to a few people, a stereotypical MILF/gold digger character responded to my note of fasting for 3 days with: "I can't handle deprivation of any kind." To me, it was amusing to watch the men in the room, including the one to whom she was married. It is those sort of moments where, I was sort of 'owning' the conversation in the room, and I suddenly feel like all control has been lost, from any hands. I finished the tidbit of story I was in the middle of, and left, to go get myself a half bottle of red wine.
That's the first of many, many, silly moments that will be recounted here, ladies and gents.