Still far too humid
The thing I love most about the people here is that they, for the most part, play it straight. There is no subltey to try to decode, there is no applesauce, no mixed messages. You know where you stand with people, and for the most part, you don't have to shy away from showing others where they stand. The people I've met a a heck of a lot more comfortable with themselves than I'd say 90% of North American and West European society. It's like running through a sprinkler on a hot day.
I've never been good with caring what others think - or being altogether tactful. It's fabulous to know I don't always have to. I can just be me, in whatever mood I'm in, without fear.
Or maybe I'm just getting too old to worry about all the bullshit anymore.
Kaite, Davin, Tight-Pants, and I hung out after classes today, just in the hallway, heckling as we pleased, and I made the mistake of calling Tight-Pants by her nickname. She just laughed. Didn't even pretend to be huffy about it. Laughed, shrugged, made a few jokes, and we moved on. Instant respect for someone who can take it as well as dish it. I admit, I wasn't always as easy-going in the face of criticism as I pretended. It's all different now. I know who I am, I know what I want, and I can find humour in my quirks. None of the crap really matters. After all I've been through, the superficial is just so meaningless.
It may also be due to the fact that I confessed all to Davin the other night - no alcohol to use as an excuse - my whole horrid past. Only he didn't see it as horrid. Just as part of who I am, what I've accomplished, puzzle pieces of my character. Nothing I said could jar him or shatter what it seems has been developing between us. It made me feel remarkably at ease for the first time in months, years even. I know he'll never skirt around issues, never dish me applesauce. I like the standards we've set - this extreme level of honesty. Upfrontness. It's brilliant as all get-out. ;-)
Robbie is definitely coming out for semester break. *dances* My baby sister, travelling all on her own. She's changed so much, I expect to be stunned. Twenty-two, holding down a full-time job, living on her own, she's beaten me on the resposibility front tenfold. In some ways, many ways, she's a lot stronger than I ever was at that age. Definitely brighter. I can't wait to see her.
Current Pet Peeve: The word "organic". It's used so inappropriately, so blindly. Drives me nutty.
I've never been good with caring what others think - or being altogether tactful. It's fabulous to know I don't always have to. I can just be me, in whatever mood I'm in, without fear.
Or maybe I'm just getting too old to worry about all the bullshit anymore.
Kaite, Davin, Tight-Pants, and I hung out after classes today, just in the hallway, heckling as we pleased, and I made the mistake of calling Tight-Pants by her nickname. She just laughed. Didn't even pretend to be huffy about it. Laughed, shrugged, made a few jokes, and we moved on. Instant respect for someone who can take it as well as dish it. I admit, I wasn't always as easy-going in the face of criticism as I pretended. It's all different now. I know who I am, I know what I want, and I can find humour in my quirks. None of the crap really matters. After all I've been through, the superficial is just so meaningless.
It may also be due to the fact that I confessed all to Davin the other night - no alcohol to use as an excuse - my whole horrid past. Only he didn't see it as horrid. Just as part of who I am, what I've accomplished, puzzle pieces of my character. Nothing I said could jar him or shatter what it seems has been developing between us. It made me feel remarkably at ease for the first time in months, years even. I know he'll never skirt around issues, never dish me applesauce. I like the standards we've set - this extreme level of honesty. Upfrontness. It's brilliant as all get-out. ;-)
Robbie is definitely coming out for semester break. *dances* My baby sister, travelling all on her own. She's changed so much, I expect to be stunned. Twenty-two, holding down a full-time job, living on her own, she's beaten me on the resposibility front tenfold. In some ways, many ways, she's a lot stronger than I ever was at that age. Definitely brighter. I can't wait to see her.
Current Pet Peeve: The word "organic". It's used so inappropriately, so blindly. Drives me nutty.