Nah, I think it's your gregarious nature! I was very isolated as a child (physically, on a big farm) and I still don't like having people so close. The road is about 30 feet from my patio and I can hear people talking as they walk by, and I'm only now getting used to that!
Funny you should say that. One of the psych inventories I administer will tell you that I am not actually gregarious, which always shocks me...but, by definition, gregarious means that you are fed by the energy of others.
I love the energy of others but there is definitely an exchange that does not always fill my tank.
I do love talking to strangers though, so there is another word for that...of which I am not sure. Curious? Helpful?
Dunno.
I have an interesting relationship with solitude. I LOVE me so alone time. Like 80% of the time, no exaggeration. And I'm never lonely. Nor do I feel afraid being alone, even though there was so much fear in my childhood.
I just like being part of life, and part of the lives of others, I guess.
Aw, Connie. What a great dream.
Bonny, I totally thought your story was going somewhere else, as I remember a friend who lived in Columbia Heights before it was schmancy who had a woman and her john sexing it up under an umbrella on my friend's back porch!
That's amazing, Connie. So much love there.
Meara, my mind went RIGHT THERE with you!
I had a full expectation of what I was going to see and even considered getting a flashlight to shine on the situation to break them up...my throwing arm would not have been strong enough to heft a pitcher of ice water the 15 feet.
I was so surprised, I couldn't do anything but stare in amazement...and then shout.
My old apartment was first floor, on the alley, when I lived on the Plaza, and it got a LOT of traffic, day and night. I was a night owl, of course, so I saw a LOT. Heard a lot, from fights to sex to peeing, and often would amuse myself by letting people get into whatever they were doing and then, in a bright, curious voice saying "You know, you're peeing/fucking/blowing him right under my window?" usually to horrified shrieks and running away.
Fighting just irritated me, because 9 times out of ten it was a couple fighting and I felt compelled to listen and a few times intervened directly when it got ugly, but mostly ended up hollering something like STFU, people are trying to sleep, often with a Greek chorus of irritated neighbors.
as I remember a friend who lived in Columbia Heights before it was schmancy who had a woman and her john sexing it up under an umbrella on my friend's back porch!
I hope they were using more protection than just the umbrella ....
Toddson, I don't think she looked that close!! The way she tells it, she at first thought it was coming from her roommate's bedroom, then eventually looked out the window...
a woman and her john sexing it up under an umbrella on my friend's back porch!
Same rule as with cats: if you make a baby on my porch, I get to have you neutered.
