Boundaries. If it weren’t for them we would be claiming each other’s lands, sleeping in our neighbor’s house and maybe in their beds along with their spouses too. Basically utter chaos would ensue if we didn’t keep them. Metaphorical or not, they are important.
Yes, I know the previous blog post was about me trying to dig up some dirt on my friend’s crush without her knowledge which is a clear violation of staying within the boundary. In my defense, whatever boundaries that existed flew out of the window when we used to take bubble baths together in our childhood so it doesn’t matter. *Hypocrisy at it’s best*
Right, now that’s settled. I think I might need to piss around myself to mark my territory which contains well, just me since some people seem to mistake me as public property. Oh, I’m sorry you want to know what’s happening in my life even though you aren’t my friend so that you can pass some crude comments about what I should be doing and what I shouldn’t! That sounds lovely, grab some popcorn will you, this might take a while!
No, you just CANNOT poke my chest area when I’m wearing a skin-fit dress and say “My, my, my so they do exist..barely but still!” if I don’t know you well. That’s just weird! True, but WEIRD.
Ugh. It’s so much harder since I’m a woman. Not because I’m more prone to get hurt in the emotional aspects. Please. It’s just harder to pee around yourself and not soil yourself in the process.
What about you? How do you twart away the nosy Pinocchios in your life? Ideas other than standing in a circle made by your urine will be deeply appreciated.