awwwwww...back hurts...but I refuse to get a massage...why?
I guess in this world many people don't like to be touched and while I never mind it there's something to be said of changing your behaviour so that it doesn't bother others.
I learnt that back in grade 7 when my science teacher (who looks a lot like my current economic professor) taught a class about personal space. Turns out that while most people become uncomfortable with people within 1 foot, I was uncomfortable when they rubbed up against me (this was back in grade 7 when we did this experiment with people of the opposite sex and girls were still a bit yucky).
Anyhow, I hypothesis that it's due to my natural affinity for people. Of course, that was then, let's talk about today. I give people room...loooots of room. I will go out of my way to make sure that I give somebody room as I don't like to provoke people and also because it's quite Canadian.
You might be saying to yourself that darkshade is such a numbnuts but the truth is that if there's a big person coming down a hall it becomes a game of chicken.
Large muscly people usually are given the right of way and I like to see how long they'll come at me before they turn their shoulder. It's a fun game and because of the society I live in (University crowd) there's no reprecusions as you just act distracted, say a few polite sorries and you're on your way...except this one time.
In 2nd year there was a huge Don (~300 lbs) and he was pissed drunk. Anyhow, he was giving my group troubles and I went to a bank machine. On the way back he was walking down the other way down a hall and we bumped shoulders (I'm not gonna go out of my way for somebody who's rude and pissy).
He turns around and starts yelling at me and I think I knew at that point that he was going to try to hit me. Course, I'm not a big guy or a strong guy but I am decently fast (lots of salt and tense muscles). Anyhow, he threw a punch and I managed to get out of the way in just the nick of time because he smashed his hand into a solid concrete brick wall. Being that he was drunk he kept punching at me but kept hitting the wall. In the end he hurt his hands a bit (he's a big guy, he's not going to get hurt easy), I got away scot free, and he doesn't remember a thing thanks to his drunkenness.
Long story short, he's living in the house next door to a friend and we're going to slash his tires...later.
I guess in this world many people don't like to be touched and while I never mind it there's something to be said of changing your behaviour so that it doesn't bother others.
I learnt that back in grade 7 when my science teacher (who looks a lot like my current economic professor) taught a class about personal space. Turns out that while most people become uncomfortable with people within 1 foot, I was uncomfortable when they rubbed up against me (this was back in grade 7 when we did this experiment with people of the opposite sex and girls were still a bit yucky).
Anyhow, I hypothesis that it's due to my natural affinity for people. Of course, that was then, let's talk about today. I give people room...loooots of room. I will go out of my way to make sure that I give somebody room as I don't like to provoke people and also because it's quite Canadian.
You might be saying to yourself that darkshade is such a numbnuts but the truth is that if there's a big person coming down a hall it becomes a game of chicken.
Large muscly people usually are given the right of way and I like to see how long they'll come at me before they turn their shoulder. It's a fun game and because of the society I live in (University crowd) there's no reprecusions as you just act distracted, say a few polite sorries and you're on your way...except this one time.
In 2nd year there was a huge Don (~300 lbs) and he was pissed drunk. Anyhow, he was giving my group troubles and I went to a bank machine. On the way back he was walking down the other way down a hall and we bumped shoulders (I'm not gonna go out of my way for somebody who's rude and pissy).
He turns around and starts yelling at me and I think I knew at that point that he was going to try to hit me. Course, I'm not a big guy or a strong guy but I am decently fast (lots of salt and tense muscles). Anyhow, he threw a punch and I managed to get out of the way in just the nick of time because he smashed his hand into a solid concrete brick wall. Being that he was drunk he kept punching at me but kept hitting the wall. In the end he hurt his hands a bit (he's a big guy, he's not going to get hurt easy), I got away scot free, and he doesn't remember a thing thanks to his drunkenness.
Long story short, he's living in the house next door to a friend and we're going to slash his tires...later.
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No luck with a hot hygenist this time, last time i had my cleaning though, oh boy. But with the cavities it was mostly just the dentist... and the hygenist that was helping out, not so hot, and kinda a family friend.