Coexisting

I like my space. I need my space. I feel smothered when I don’t get it. I grew up as an only child so I had plenty of space. (I was 18 when my brother was born.) I suspect this is why I am this way today. I’ll make a point to say I am…

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I talk to strangers as if they are¬†– well, like they’re not strangers. You know, like they are people. And I wink at them, too. ūüėČ Here’s what I’ve noticed. Some people think it’s weird and they become incredibly¬†uncomfortable while others don’t think anything of it. Some people are just like me! I had my…