It seems like the less angsty I am, the less comment-y you all are. So I'll start out with a bit of angst: Foxy, whom I greatly respect and admire, posted today about an individual and her opinion of his alleged actions. It is bold and beautiful Foxy at her finest. But there were parts of the post and responses that were making me uncomfortable. So I posted my departures in opinion clearly and boldly back.
Immediately after posting my last comment, I felt anxious. A small voice (okay, a really pretty prominent voice) inside me started agitating for me to e-mail Foxy or post another one, softening my opinion on the matter. But I have not. I've practically had to sit on my hands not to, but I haven't. Because I want to fight that fearful child that is throwing a tantrum in fear that because I am standing up for my beliefs, I will be left alone and unloved. It is horribly unproductive to think this way, and all the fear leaves me with is a sense of hollowness...an unacknowledging of who I am.
Spinny's breaking free, I tell thee! Breaking free! And look out world!
Okay, on a more amusing note, I have found the diagnosis for me. Doctor's dictate history & physical reports for their patients. A standard part of this is the list of "problems" the patient has. Today I read one with its requisite number of unintelligible medical diagnoses, then this: "Peculiar behavior disorder." I had more than a giggle about that.
No dreams to report from last night. But I do have 2 questions for all of you who are attracted to women: 1) How many adult women do you know who blush? 2) Do you find it sexy?