So all day yesterday at work I was thinking, "I really want steak for dinner," but didn't know how this was going to happen since the only meat I have is canned tuna and frozen talipia. Add them together and you still get fish. So I get home from work and make myself soup and walk over to the local cafe to eat my soup and get a mocha. When I sit down I get a phone call from my sister, "Call Mohab, he wants to know how you would like your steak for dinner, I'll come pick you up in an hour." Nothing against my chicken noodle soup, but Filet Minot is a lot higher both in nutrition and the desire of my heart. So instead of a sodium filled dinner, I got to eat well, enjoy the company of my sister and her man, and got some red wine to boot. Thank you Jesus.
I really enjoy my dreams, and am glad the Lord speaks to me through some of them. I say some, because sometimes I wake up and know that there is no way that the Lord wanted to show me that and that my insane subconscious took over for the night. A small group of us just watched Inception the other night, and besides it being the most visually stimulating movie I have come across, it also makes me wish I could dream more, like the people that go under for 20 hours and just dream. I think that would be very dangerous for me though, seeing as some of my dreams are so real that sometimes I wake up looking for something I just dreamt of, or like the other night when somebody was holding my hand and I woke up and still felt like my hand was being enveloped by these hands. I had to shake my hand vigorously for the feeling to go away. Weird, yes, but none the less, my reality. I could very easily turn into Mal.
Another small blessing: today I get my hair done, which means that somebody else will be washing my hair today. This is probably one of my favorite things in the whole world, and if I were rich, this would be the first thing I would blow my money on. Good thing for my bank account that this only happens about twice a year.
Nice. Having someone else wash your hair, or run their hands through your hair, is an interesting experience to me because it feels so good, but so strange at the same time - almost to a point where I wonder whether it's weird that I'm enjoying, as though I shouldn't? Or it should only happen in a private setting because it's sorta intimate? I don't really know but I guess I'm really ambivalent about other people touching my hair?
ReplyDeleteI tend to be in the same boat; however it's always my friend Tasha who does my hair, so it's not super weird or intimate and it also helps that nobody else is in the salon. Getting my hair cut tends to be he only time that I like people touching my hair because of the intimacy factor that you brought up. When somebody just walks up to me and tries to play with my hair I get offended as if to say, "not yours," or "you don't know me like that."
ReplyDeleteI know what you guys both mean, but my scalp always wins these back and forths; I can't imagine actually telling someone to stop. I don't know if I even could. Also, back massages. Or anything where you could say the following sentence that always makes me really uncomfortable: "that feels really good." Ugh! I don't know why it bugs me, but it does, a lot. Never ask me if something feels good. I would tell you if it didn't. Anyway, I'm smelling what you're cooking, Marty.
ReplyDeleteI'm totally cooking what you're smelling, Karin.
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