A short reprieve from the tech week that is life.

tea elements

green tea - water

rose rooibos - fire

lavender earl grey - earth

how to compliment someone without seeming like a fucking creep. an easy how to guide:

a) compliment them on something that they can change. don’t say ‘nice tits janice’, say something like ‘your shoes are rad’ or ‘your hair looks great’.

b) don’t be a fucking creep. if it’d weird you out if it was said to you, then it’s likely too creepy to say to someone else.

EASY.

I guess he saw me speed walk, overtake, then completely outpace some really tall business man in front of me (who had also increased his speed to overtake me back but failed).

Anyway this complete stranger doing the exact stereotype of what a man shouldn’t ever do drove up next to me, rolled down the window and said:

“That is the fastest damn walking I’ve ever seen. Ma’am, you…have the soul…of a bicycle.”

Then rolled up his window and drove away.

He didn’t creepily drive behind me, he drove regular speed and came to a rolling stop. He didn’t roll down his window all the way or stick his head out, he said his piece quickly and with a great amount of awe and respect, then he didn’t act like he needed a response from me or expect anything from the compliment. And then he left as quickly as he came. The compliment was so good and politely delivered that I’ve thought about it with amusement for over a year.

Me, who’s been using tumblr as my sole source of social media since a crisp autumn day in 1648, hates change, and is terrified of a different social media experience:

- digging a grave and whispering my name to the worms

- finding a bear in the forest and challenging it to a game of chess

- launching yourself into the stratosphere and vividly hallucinating my content

gumption

chutzpah

moxie

childlike wonder

the cut of my jib