So, I lost my beloved cat the day of the full moon/eclipse. My little wild thing hopped the fence like she always did. She had a schedule. The lizards and birds are out. She’s a hunter. I am hopeful she’ll find her way home, even with this empty spot in my soul.
I’ve had a lot of quiet time to reflect…
Yes, I’ve been reflecting on life and realized how much I love my unusual friends and clients. I also have come to grips with my solitary, social life. I’m not much for big, group activities. My pets have always had very interesting personalities, as well. Weird can be wonderful.
Weird can also be a little creepy. Especially when signals are misread and boundaries not respected. My son has a friend with mild Autism. Those who know him, understand his brain operates a little differently and his social skills are a bit stunted. I can look past that, though it can be a bit irritating.
Now, I had a run in, online with someone I knew, as a child and young adult. A family friend. He was always a bit, odd. I always thought it was because he was an over protected, only child. I grew up with 3 siblings. Broke my jaw when I was 5. Trying to do an Evil Kinievel type stunt. How did I survive childhood? Anyway, I couldn’t understand how life was for him. We played with his cool, store bought toys and climbed trees at my family’s house. So, apparently he does have a slight, developmental issue. Okay, fine. I’ve got no problem with this. I do have a problem with inappropriate attention.
When I got my massage license. I was so proud of myself. I had studied hard and passed the tests in the upper percentiles. This was my career. Not just a paycheck, but a lovely way to make a living. So, you’ll understand that I bristle, every time someone makes a “Happy Ending” joke or insists that massage is inherently, sexual in nature. I’ve already gone off about our society and it’s views and taboos on touch. Now, I’m talking about individuals. People with boundary issues. Either they don’t care that they’re making you uncomfortable, or get off on it. Maybe they have a brain malfunction and don’t know they’re being inappropriate. I have learned to express myself without much of a filter. If I’m creeped out or pissed. Your going to know about it. If you don’t remedy the situation. We’re going to have problems. So, after I get my license. I’m suddenly awash with attention from males I hadn’t heard from in a while. “Do you do happy endings?” “So, tell me about all those sensual massages you do.” “When are you going to do me on your table?” That’s what I had to deal with. No one likes to see me angry. It can be intense. Most of these offenders stopped being creepy after an attitude adjustment. The childhood “friend” has not got it. I don’t want to be mean, so I chose to be vague and unavailable when he wants to chat of Facebook.
I find it appalling that a lot of people think, that because you’re single after a certain age. You’re desperate and will take anything. Nope, I’ve found my standards have gone up, not down. I have an awful lot to bring to the table. I expect the same in someone else. Equal exchange.
Now that my Kismet is not around. I find myself being very lonely. I miss her presence.