@FlashMobOfOne When I first started working as a paralegal, the young lawyers were like "are you Rachel?" and I never knew what to say except "eh, no. I am just me. Sorry..." :blobcatwhat:
I saved a big spider today. I saw it the other day in my bathroom, and I tried to catch it, but it ran under the bathroom mirror. Me and my daughter named it Hans, and said to each other “have you seen Hans?” and “don’t step on Hans!” But Hans kept hiding.
This morning Hans was sitting on the mirror, trying to attack his own reflection. While he tried to scare off his mirror image, I swiftly got him into a soft cloth, and carried him out to the garden. He ran away so fast, with those tiny legs.
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@FlashMobOfOne Well, I guess I could have said "oh, thank you but I have a cold" or something. But I was so surprised I just hugged back. And then it got my mind spinning, like "what about next time I see this person, what's next?" I need therapy.
I don't like to shake peoples hands, and I don't hug people that I don't know. So this morning someone that I hadn't seen for a while and don't know very well stood outside my door. I didn't reach out to shake his hand so he stretched his arms in the air instead and smiled, making the hug gesture.
What do you do if you are not a hugger and someone makes the hug gesture? Imo that gesture leaves us with no other choice than to hug.
If you think I sound extreamly cranky, you are correct.
Apparently I have just entered my grown woman with a pissed inner teenager who’s not going to crawl for anyone phase. So nowadays I just hang up on rude people and say no to basically everything. Lazy and disrespectful = No business. Rude and negative = brrrrzzz I am in a tunnel, sorry I can’t hear you, click.
I just found out that a friend of mine, has died. And I just can’t believe it.
He helped me in incredible ways when my daughter was little, and I had nowhere else to turn. He was a mountain to lean on. I know that he probably meant so much more to me, than I meant to him, because he was 22 years older than me, we only had sporadic contact for many years and lived very different lives. He was one of the kindest, smartest and funniest people I have ever met.
And when I told my mom about his passing, she said "Oh. But did you know, that in the 80s, he was involved in a scandal", and she continued to tell me about the scandal, until I just fucking had it.
I said "With that rhetoric, all people will remember of me is what I did wrong. Things I said and did when I was a child, a teenager, or a new mom. Fuck her art - did you hear that she bla bla bla"... And my mom said; "Well, for people to remember your art, it has to be visible".
Swedish artist, paralegal, and entrepreneur. I own an online art gallery, I paint, draw, and write books.I work with legal matters in different areas, preferably IP rights and money laundering.Pictures and writing created by me are protected by IP rights.