Painting, personal space, ebay
I've been sticking around the house because Scott was on vacation (just about the worst time for vacation; next year I'll see to it that he takes a week off in the summer, so we can spend it camping and swimming. There are not enough days spent like that in life.)
Scott's vacation is over now, and as he was sleeping today, I went to see my Wonderbird friends. Karen expects to open the store on Friday. I helped with more of the painting, got a lot done. We ate "pizza crepes" from the shop next door. Really a tasty, healthy meal for 4 bucks. Karen and I have a lot in common. She's the kind of person I try to be. Tomorrow, (Thursday) we are going to check out the meditation session at the local unitarian church.
I don't know what religion Karen is. I'm trying to figure out what religion I am. One of the atheist ones, I know, but within that. I want one that regards the human body as sacred, so, like, has rules against injecting poisons into one's brain or whatever. So in case anyone is ever like:
"You have to let us inject poison into your brain and then give you a bunch of electric shocks until you start twitching uncontrollably"
I can be like:
"No thanks, I'm a (insert religion here) and my belief doesn't allow that."
Christian Science is good for that, but I'd like a religion that allows blood transfusions if I'm hit by a Greyhound bus.
If vegetarianism was a recognized religion, that would be good.
Ah, so, I'm trying to sell stuff on ebay. I'm starting with DVDs Scott no longer wants. They aren't selling for much. (I looked to see what other sellers were asking for various used DVDs) but they'll help me build my rating.
So I went to the post office today to mail a DVD, and this old guy gets in line behind me and gets WAY TOO CLOSE. What's worse, is he is one of those guys who, when I move forward to put some space between us, he moves right up close again, so he's practically touching me. It's gives me the heebie-geebies and makes me very uncomfortable and uptight. I tried the thing I do where I stand sideways, lean away from the person who is too close, but keep my foot close to them so they can't move closer, but he moved closer anyway, and I was leaning as far as I could without losing my balance. He hit my foot with his foot, and then said sorry, which I didn't acknowledge because I'm already familiar with the "I'm creepy and I want to start a conversation with anyone who'll listen, so I'll touch you so you have to look at me when I say I'm sorry" tactic from riding the bus around Bangor.
Then, when it's my turn, he gives up waiting behind me at all and comes up right next to me, and puts his package on the counter, GAH! That space was clearly not designed for two people to stand next to each other in. I glared at him then, and he said "I'm sorry" again but didn't move. I was so damn anxious to get away, I didn't even ask as I was planning to, which was the best way to send a DVD, or even look at the post office lady at all, because I was busy looking over at the creepy old guy to make sure he didn't try to "accidentally" bump into me, or touch my hair, like the creepy guys on the bus liked to do.
So...the creepy old guy was just a small part of a mostly good day, but it's something I still don't know how to deal with.
Scott's vacation is over now, and as he was sleeping today, I went to see my Wonderbird friends. Karen expects to open the store on Friday. I helped with more of the painting, got a lot done. We ate "pizza crepes" from the shop next door. Really a tasty, healthy meal for 4 bucks. Karen and I have a lot in common. She's the kind of person I try to be. Tomorrow, (Thursday) we are going to check out the meditation session at the local unitarian church.
I don't know what religion Karen is. I'm trying to figure out what religion I am. One of the atheist ones, I know, but within that. I want one that regards the human body as sacred, so, like, has rules against injecting poisons into one's brain or whatever. So in case anyone is ever like:
"You have to let us inject poison into your brain and then give you a bunch of electric shocks until you start twitching uncontrollably"
I can be like:
"No thanks, I'm a (insert religion here) and my belief doesn't allow that."
Christian Science is good for that, but I'd like a religion that allows blood transfusions if I'm hit by a Greyhound bus.
If vegetarianism was a recognized religion, that would be good.
Ah, so, I'm trying to sell stuff on ebay. I'm starting with DVDs Scott no longer wants. They aren't selling for much. (I looked to see what other sellers were asking for various used DVDs) but they'll help me build my rating.
So I went to the post office today to mail a DVD, and this old guy gets in line behind me and gets WAY TOO CLOSE. What's worse, is he is one of those guys who, when I move forward to put some space between us, he moves right up close again, so he's practically touching me. It's gives me the heebie-geebies and makes me very uncomfortable and uptight. I tried the thing I do where I stand sideways, lean away from the person who is too close, but keep my foot close to them so they can't move closer, but he moved closer anyway, and I was leaning as far as I could without losing my balance. He hit my foot with his foot, and then said sorry, which I didn't acknowledge because I'm already familiar with the "I'm creepy and I want to start a conversation with anyone who'll listen, so I'll touch you so you have to look at me when I say I'm sorry" tactic from riding the bus around Bangor.
Then, when it's my turn, he gives up waiting behind me at all and comes up right next to me, and puts his package on the counter, GAH! That space was clearly not designed for two people to stand next to each other in. I glared at him then, and he said "I'm sorry" again but didn't move. I was so damn anxious to get away, I didn't even ask as I was planning to, which was the best way to send a DVD, or even look at the post office lady at all, because I was busy looking over at the creepy old guy to make sure he didn't try to "accidentally" bump into me, or touch my hair, like the creepy guys on the bus liked to do.
So...the creepy old guy was just a small part of a mostly good day, but it's something I still don't know how to deal with.