27.7.05

Last night of chillaxin', cracking jokes, and watching my sisters dance like musically challenged "humans," cannot explain how hard it was to breathe at certain points, let alone keep my bladder steady. . .

Lonzio, I actually don't believe that one can be too open. In the finishing line of life, all humans are the same, so secrets are really just reasons of curious mysteries for those whom we wish to not know certain information.

Considering how this society breathes on certain subjects never being told, I easily feel like I'm breaking an unwritten law when I give random "Special" hugs. And also, everyone has a right to be cautious, for fear of being hurt and all that smoosh, though we all end up hurt anyway. I feel that one might as well have a human diary or even more and be willing to accept all the things that make us human, from Majour mistakes to simple top "secret" information.

Plus, who has the right to judge when information is too much anyway? Well, okay, I'm sure that several of us are possibly picturing Elizabeth Anderson, however I actually admire her willingness to talk to anyone that's willing to listen.

Aha!I've got it when we feel that some information is too "personal" or whichever, that's how it's deemed as "Too Much Info." But! How many of us have a right to judge, when our evaluations are, as each of us are, changing and still developing?

Though some things are better left unsaid, I think we should appreciate when someone is actually simply being open with us, even if it's not something one would normally listen to, completely hates the simple thought of and so on. I don't feel that I'm the only one who doesn't enjoy the feeling of being ignored when passing through public areas because so many seem to be so uptight and suspicious of everyone else. But that makes being open with people like you and all others more comforting, because I'm most likely not going to be ignored and the things I say will be heard, even if I need to be told to stop now and then. . . Being open isn't a terrible thing, I feel it's a thing that one could slowly just get use to.

Not many strangers will apologise on their own accord if you saw " . . a little vagina. . . " while climbing on top of a couch with a skirt on or explain how during perspiration, bacteria vomits and poohs in your skin. [Um, I'll explain that some other day. . . As long as you get the idea and had a little laugh, that's All that matters]

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