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A Small Miscellany

Fact: I have a loud laugh (as well as a wheezy laugh my family affectionately calls "the guinea pig"). I am also a jumpy person, and get very emotionally invested in movies. When watching a movie in the theatre, it is a money-back guarantee that I will laugh out loud or gasp audibly at least once. This usually occurs at a moment when precisely 0 other people in the theatre are making noise. I find this both awkward and hilarious. I have come to terms with the reality of my movie-watching uniqueness, but do feel the need to warn new friends when we make movie plans. Just in case they embarrass easily.



Sometimes I cuss. I started swearing after I started working for a Christian organization. (Yes, I've over-analyzed that correlation). I still take profanity seriously though, and have extensive thoughts on the matter. In my mind, there are words and contexts that are never appropriate, and there are other words and contexts which are understandable/allowable. There are also a few words and contexts that I find hilarious. In the past few weeks (months?), however, I have found that strong language is in my mind much more frequently than I'm comfortable with. I would like this to change.



Another thing I've noticed in the last few months is that my processing speed has slowed down. As I think about all sorts of things, it feels like it takes me a looooooooooong time to identify thoughts/feelings and come to conclusions. But when I do, I have much more confidence and certainty in them than I did a few years ago. So it's a pay-off I'm willing to take.



Near my apartment, there are a few storefronts that seem to be used as apartments. I've seen this in a few places around the city, and am (as always), incredibly curious about it. I think it would be a kind of sweet "loft" experience. Talk about open-concept! But I can never peek in, because there is always paper or cloth completely covering the windows. I've decided that my next apartment (in the distant hypothetical future) will be a storefront. And I will not put paper over the windows. Instead, I will have room divider/portable walls set up a few feet back. This will allow for two wonderful realities: natural light and my own personal gallery. I'll use the storefront windows as gallery space for art & creative projects from all sorts of friends, changing on a regular, perhaps bi-weekly, basis. People will learn of it and walk out of their way to come by and check out the display at my home.*


*now that I've publicized the idea, I am also calling dibs on it. You can't steal this without giving me credit. Or inviting me to display something.

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