1,000%. I’d SO much rather be texted…unless I know you, and why (and when!) you are calling!
Just not a group text. I can’t stand group texts…
There’s (serious) humor in this findchaffy cartoon. . .at least for the introverts of the group. INFJ, anyone?
The power of coffee. . .
It’s quite the kick in the ass I need sometimes. Work for you?
The Awkward Yeti nails it again.
Funny as presented here, but also a terrifying, confusing, and incredibly frustrating response to have! In the midst of stress and conflict, this is sometimes reality for empaths, INFJs, introverts and many people with a traumatic past.
The enormous smile I have in this photo was because I got in the car and realized my seatbelt intersected my vampire tee.
Indeed, scarcely humorous on the surface (or really to anyone other than myself, I fully realize!), but the juxtaposition of the “keep out!” hash mark across the biting, goth-girl-at-heart’s grin was worth a giant, sunny smile for my part. I think it was the irony.
The little things in which we can find laughter or a smile (for no great reason in particular) each day. . .keep your eyes out for more of them. OFTEN. They really are worth their weight in gold.
Do you suppose they dress up in all this Samurai garb just to fight the seen – and sworn – enemy that is the “red dot”. . .?
Wouldn’t it be easier to just lunge after it, minus the ceremonial paraphernalia? (Or is the seek-and-destruction of said dot elevated to whole other level of badassery when they WEAR the armor?)
I feel like if my two could talk – Musashi in particular – I’d be at the receiving end of an angry stare and an “IDIOT HUMAN! You know NOTHING!”
I have to say, Mr. Rogers, you let me down!
The streets here are not exactly tame, depending on the block – happy-go-lucky mindlessness and handing out “hi, neighbor!”s is a surefire way to get in (possibly serious) trouble.
When I began Martial Arts, it wasn’t because I wanted to be “badass” or that I thought I’d need to fend of a gaggle of muggers, necessarily. I was a lifetime athlete – primarily a performing one (ballroom dancing, figure skating, ballet, and the like) – and I wanted to up the ante. I wanted more power, newness, and something that combined athleticism with artistry (which figure skating, for one, manages by default.)
That said, I was enamored of Martial Arts in general from an incredibly young age. It had nothing to do with being a female, by the way – I’ve never felt that I couldn’t achieve the same thing the “boys” did, and in sports the men were more my idols than the women. The grace and fluidity were something my body already knew how to create inherently, but the power and strength of male athletes inspired me on a whole other level.
Martial Arts movies were common enough in our household – older brother = badassery. And watching them, in and of themselves, made me feel empowered – imagine being able to do those things, and hold my own, for myself?!
I didn’t start (Taekwondo, Hapkido, dabble of Kumdo) until the third decade of Life, but I still don’t think that was “too late.” My current Arts are Ninjutsu / Ninpo, and Brazilian Gracie Jui-Jitsu. I feel that the combination of the former, and being in a new, and much tougher city than those I’ve lived in before, has prompted me to develop and even stronger situational awareness. I notice my surroundings, but also am more attuned to the details – how someone is walking, if they are carrying something, if they look in shape and strong, or less able. . . It’s sort of just “there” and it makes me feel even more thankful for my training.
I can’t say whether or not my muscle memories would kick in – I certainly hope so – but I definitely know I am far more prepared than the average person, and have some chance of submitting, escaping, keeping my life. I’m also more aware in general, a direct result training with people, so I can possibly be more proactive.
It may not always be a “beautiful day in the neighborhood” much that my happy-empath spirit would like it to be. Mr. Rogers let a little me down but I picked up the slack and have trained my ass off in the last ten years just in case a “hi, neighbor” leans a little too hostile for my taste!