"Let me know if it's too strong or weak," he said as he massaged my back.
"I want you to destroy me." I grunted matter-of-factly. Only after the words escaped my mouth did the heavy sexual connotation fully process into my (innocent?) brain.
I started cracking up uncontrollably and the massage guy (Larry) started laughing so hard too. We both had tears streaming down our faces, and we could not keep it together for a couple minutes...
Just two dudes... One dude massaging another dude... The other dude accidentally making sexual jokes...
|My first massage. I laughed so hard.|
Part II: Art Exhibit
I clumsily made my way into the exhibit, dumbfounded and feeling stupid for having gone in and not understanding any of the items. Apparently the concept was: trying to make sense of potholes, the artist trying to fill in the potholes from the streets of Detroit with assorted things.
What kind of pothole(s?) do I have in my life? What do I fill in those potholes with?
Potholes are inevitable, but why do they remain and grow bigger and bigger every year? (That's not a real question, I'm going to answer it for you in the next sentence.) Neglect and apathy to take action, I suppose.
As these questions ran through my mind, I realized, abstract art can make space for self-reflection.
What are some potholes in your life? What do you fill them with?
Part III: Facebook
A little while ago, Facebook added reaction emojis as a response to people complaining that the responses to posts were too limited. Well, I think the addition of these emojis made facebook a lot worse. Instead of typing, "Hahahahaha," people just click the "Haha" emoji. Isn't that sad? I think it is. It makes the communication experience much less interactive.
|This has nothing to do with the topic. I just love this picture.|