Bikes and boys
My bike is officially "suped" up. I love it. I need a big fat lock, and a back pack for maximum usage.
I'm also to conscious of who reads my blog and I can no longer write about a lot of things. Back to the journal I guess.
Innocent honesty is a beautiful thing. The simple thought of "this is who I am, why would I be uncomfortable with any of myself" is something I truly want to embrace. I wish I had so long ago. Of course you will never get what you want if you won't admit it to yourself, or anyone else what that is. Simple logic.
How quickly I've reverted back to hanging out with "dudes" again. Just like the old days pre-4 years ago. Why is it more comfortable? I think it's actually the option to be ignored that I like. Which is counter-intuitive since being the only girl implies being a novelty and the center of attention. However, I've observed that I prefer being slightly ignored, and just watching the interactions that are so different than women.
Another species, as I've said before.
I think it harkens back my animal behavior days. I remember how happy I was sitting in the yard, and waiting for the animals to be comfortable enough to ignore me. It's the same feeling. It does not happen in a group of women. Everyone has to be engaged, or you are up to something. Not with the boys though.
I'm also to conscious of who reads my blog and I can no longer write about a lot of things. Back to the journal I guess.
Innocent honesty is a beautiful thing. The simple thought of "this is who I am, why would I be uncomfortable with any of myself" is something I truly want to embrace. I wish I had so long ago. Of course you will never get what you want if you won't admit it to yourself, or anyone else what that is. Simple logic.
How quickly I've reverted back to hanging out with "dudes" again. Just like the old days pre-4 years ago. Why is it more comfortable? I think it's actually the option to be ignored that I like. Which is counter-intuitive since being the only girl implies being a novelty and the center of attention. However, I've observed that I prefer being slightly ignored, and just watching the interactions that are so different than women.
Another species, as I've said before.
I think it harkens back my animal behavior days. I remember how happy I was sitting in the yard, and waiting for the animals to be comfortable enough to ignore me. It's the same feeling. It does not happen in a group of women. Everyone has to be engaged, or you are up to something. Not with the boys though.
posted by Duckette at 12:44 PM
1 Comments:
i find it good sometimes being the only male in the room. and you are right, we (and you) are differing species in he way we interact with each other.
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