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Is it okay to stare at nearly naked people?

Or should I make every effort to avert my eyes?

I mean really, don’t they dress that way on purpose? I’m talking about people – okay, it’s mostly women – who wear clothing that leaves their ta-tas and their hoo-haas hanging out for the world to see.

So, the thing is, this woman came in to the store yesterday and her shirt was super low-cut.

This was not a tiny woman.

And the shirt was just a wee bit tight, so there was that. You know, boob muffin top.

One boob was just way – way – exposed and the other was apparently hanging on to her shirt by the nipple for dear life – I mean we’re way close to indecent exposure here.

And both of those breasteses were tattooed.

Tattooed.

That’s not something you do on accident. These are not accidentally tattooed and exposed boobs we’re talking about.

And I’m trying not to stare.

Cause that’s rude. And kinda icky.

So hard I’m trying.

But it’s WEIRD! It’s like they’re everywhere. The boobs are everywhere!

And I’m afraid my eyes are going to lock on and I’ll get boob hypnotized and I’ll fall in or something.

Look away, Michelle! Look away!

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I got through it. I looked away.

Mostly.

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But I’ve got a little post-traumatic shock.

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And I really want to know –

If someone leaves the house with their bits and pieces hanging out, aren’t they basically saying, “Hey everybody – look what I got!”

Maybe it was more rude of me to look away. Hmm…

Memories Old and New

As I was cleaning this weekend, I took a good long look at the picture frames sprinkled around my house.  Every now and then I take particular notice of them, but most of the time they blend in to the surround sound of visual white noise.

What I thought about is how old the pictures are and why I bother to keep them on display.  Why keep them up if I don’t pay attention to them? Why, with all of the wonderful new memories I have, with the thousands of photos I take every year, do I continue to display old ones?

Am I clinging to the past or celebrating it?

I have a tendency toward infusing objects with my emotions. Or perhaps confusing objects with emotion. To put away a photo can feel like a statement that the experience it documents doesn’t matter, as though I’m saying that time in my life, that person, that memory has no value to me. Throwing or giving away sentimental items is even harder. 

I’ve been working on that these last two years, with great results, but I don’t think it’s a part of me that will ever really change.

It does get easier.  This time I kept some and took some down.  I definitely want to highlight new memories, but there are a few old times that I’m not yet ready to let out of my sight.

And that’s okay.

Items of Interest:

How do you know when it’s time to let go?

Why do I hold on to things?

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My Real Christmas

I intended to post this on Christmas day, but I forgot I had a quote lined up and it automatically posted before I even rolled out of bed.  This is a video I made for a contest about what your holiday is really like.

Thanks to The Byronic Man and Go Jules Go, who joint hosted the contest! Definitely check out those links to the entrants, because there was a lot of funny stuff submitted.

Here’s what I came up with:

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I hope your holiday was a joyous and not oo frustrating occasion!

the Infinite Monkey speaks: on self-portraits

Random brilliance from across the blogosphere…

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All we are doing are self-portraits. As simple as that. We accumulate knowledge and wisdom and power, and we get our hearts broken, and we write. We write for others to absorb what took us so long to understand.

 – Cristian Mihai 

from:
The Portrait of a Writer (1)