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Apr. 24th, 2008 11:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Seriously bizarre thing happened at work today... I was over at the other store, bringing them an order of cheese and picking up an order of tofu (and when did this become my exciting life?) and there's a woman there I'm friendly with, we talk supplements and the Local 400 and sunshine every once in a while. But she's never touched me before, and today she got really really close into my personal bubble and while I'm a touchy-feely person with those I know well it completely freaked me out because I don't know her well, and usually I'm the person to initiate touch, and there's a certain control to that. And she's easily twice my age and although upon consideration I would totally dig aging hippies I was totally not prepared for that kind of come-on. At work.
Anyways. Unprocessed thoughts. Kinda freaked out. Made me reconsider my personal stance on touch. Which I seem to need a lot more than many people I know, or maybe I'm just starved for it, but I'm just now realizing that I can count on one hand the number of people I let touch me. Two hands if you count the people I see once a year or less. Huh.
Anyways. Unprocessed thoughts. Kinda freaked out. Made me reconsider my personal stance on touch. Which I seem to need a lot more than many people I know, or maybe I'm just starved for it, but I'm just now realizing that I can count on one hand the number of people I let touch me. Two hands if you count the people I see once a year or less. Huh.