While making copies at an inhumane hour this morning, a woman walked into the teacher's lounge and complimented my hair (sweet lady). However, what happened next disturbed my bubble in a way that has never been done. The sweet, stranger-danger lady proceeded to touch my hair and asked how I style it. I think I flinched, but SSD woman did not pick up on the hint. It was brief, but I felt somewhat violated.
It made me wonder about my obsession with touching people while I talk to them. I must do it. All the time. Maybe it makes me closer to them. Or maybe it makes me feel like they really want to hear what I have to say... Perhaps I should stop this. Perhaps this makes people feel uncomfortable. I'll put some more thought to it.
Wish for the weekend: a snow day on Monday... Please. Oh to have a day to sleep in, drink coffee, and read FOR PLEASURE.
