Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Loving where you live





Everyday when I get done with whatever I'm doing I'm always happy to head home. I L.O.V.E where I live. My neighborhood, my tiny apartment (all 406 sf of it), the proximity to downtown. Everything.

Monday, August 23, 2010

Intimacy

Let's talk about intimacy for juuust a second. I think most of the time I/we gauge the appropriate level of intimacy (or lack of) by the amount of time we know someone. If it's not time is how comfortable we "feel" with that person (+ the amount of time we know them.)

But today I finally formulated in my lil brain that it's not only time or how you "feel" but the CONTEXT of your relationship with that person - whomever it is.

FOR EXAMPLE: Women... do a lot of you tell all sorts of details to your stylist about your life? I would guess that our hair stylists know a lot about our lives that other 'mostly strangers' don't. Why? Because we're in a confined concentrated relationship with them. What else are you going to do while she stares at you in the mirror for an hour while she's doing those foils? Also, she's safe. Excluding those of you who have a bestie as a stylist, the rest of us have stylists that were/are strangers and they'll never tell our neighbor what we think about that hideous color she painted on her front door.

See what I mean? It's the context in which our relationships occur that determine intimacy - not simply time or feeling. It was totally appropriate for Sandy to all up in my business down there but if that librarian tried any of that I'd be all "excuuuuse me?!"

Context is a big player, that's all I'm sayin.