Human contact

Not necessary? Phwoar!

What would your missus say about that?

See, that's an entirely different question.

Point is, if I was single, I wouldn't give touch half a thought. Nor would I avoid it. It's a thing. If it happens it happens. If it doesn't, I go about my day, just as content.

I'm not very touchy-feely with people, unless I can also be touchy-feely with their no-no parts.
 
If it keeps up and the management doesn't do anything, document it and sue them. You'd probably get a nice chunk of change.

This place is all kinda fucked up. I actually called corporate on them last year, not just for that but for the whole, "Let's play guess the race so we can figure out the best way to be racist" thing that they do. What I learned is;

1: Corporate only gives a shit about sexual harassment if the victim is female because judges tend to rule against male victims, for... who the hell knows why.

2: They don't care about 'hostile work environments' due to racism unless you're black. They took the complaint but the chick pretty much told me that nothing would get done so I just let it go forever after that.

But yeah, people fucking touch me all the time, people I really don't want touching me. Especially my hair. Random people come up and grab my fucking hair. Like I'm the first fucking brunette they've ever seen. Like I'm a goddamn dog they want to pet. My gf said people did that to her to the point that she started straitening her hair so folk would quit. And apparently that's this giant problem in the US? People fucking petting other people without permission? There's a fashion industry that's grown up around it. Shirts and shit that say, "Don't touch my fucking hair"

https://www.google.com/search?q=don%27t+touch+my+hair&rlz=1C1CHFX_enUS523US523&espv=2&es_sm=93&source=lnms&tbm=isch&sa=X&ei=faTCU5DaBYW58gGS3YGgDQ&ved=0CAgQ_AUoAQ&biw=1366&bih=667

And fucking seriously, if I have it pulled up, and you jerk it down with your... random hair touching that apparently you do, it HURTS. Type 1 hair, the kind I have, is extremely thick and extremely strait and it has to be pulled up a certain way with certain products or it literally weighs your head down, gives you migranes, and feels like someone is constantly pulling your hair. I try to keep it thinned out but still. Why the fuck is that a cultural thing? People- and I mean strangers fucking grabbing your hair?
 
This place is all kinda fucked up. I actually called corporate on them last year, not just for that but for the whole, "Let's play guess the race so we can figure out the best way to be racist" thing that they do. What I learned is;

1: Corporate only gives a shit about sexual harassment if the victim is female because judges tend to rule against male victims, for... who the hell knows why.

2: They don't care about 'hostile work environments' due to racism unless you're black. They took the complaint but the chick pretty much told me that nothing would get done so I just let it go forever after that.

But yeah, people fucking touch me all the time, people I really don't want touching me. Especially my hair. Random people come up and grab my fucking hair. Like I'm the first fucking brunette they've ever seen. Like I'm a goddamn dog they want to pet. My gf said people did that to her to the point that she started straitening her hair so folk would quit. And apparently that's this giant problem in the US? People fucking petting other people without permission? There's a fashion industry that's grown up around it. Shirts and shit that say, "Don't touch my fucking hair"

https://www.google.com/search?q=don%27t+touch+my+hair&rlz=1C1CHFX_enUS523US523&espv=2&es_sm=93&source=lnms&tbm=isch&sa=X&ei=faTCU5DaBYW58gGS3YGgDQ&ved=0CAgQ_AUoAQ&biw=1366&bih=667

And fucking seriously, if I have it pulled up, and you jerk it down with your... random hair touching that apparently you do, it HURTS. Type 1 hair, the kind I have, is extremely thick and extremely strait and it has to be pulled up a certain way with certain products or it literally weighs your head down, gives you migranes, and feels like someone is constantly pulling your hair. I try to keep it thinned out but still. Why the fuck is that a cultural thing? People- and I mean strangers fucking grabbing your hair?

Chicks pretending to be dudes are rare here.
 
Where are you...right now?

On a boat.

When you said "here", did you mean where I live? Could as well be where we're communicating.

Sometimes just spittng it out
Is better than faffing about
 
On a boat.

When you said "here", did you mean where I live? Could as well be where we're communicating.

Sometimes just spittng it out
Is better than faffing about

Maybe your body is on a boat, not your consciousness.
 
People drain me. I may spend time at a social gathering or at work and then I come back home to recharge. Face it, I can tolerate people in small doses.
 
3 Things Homebodies Say And What They Mean

1. (After being asked, “What are your plans today?”) “Nothing.”

Everyone shout ‘yes!’


Contrary to popular belief, “nothing” can actually mean something. Technically the homebody could’ve said “I do have plans” because doing absolutely nothing was in fact their itinerary.Lounging around lazily? Yeah, I penned that in my schedule weeks ago, and I’m currently knee deep in nothing, aka unavailable.

2. “… …”

^^That’s complete silence, which is usually the response you get when you text or call a homebody with some kind of invitation that they don’t want to officially decline.

3. “Hey what’s up? Sorry, I was sleeping when you text/called me!”

This is the lie that follows the complete silence mentioned in the previous point. You’ll get this several hours after your initial attempt at contact, when the homebody is entirely certain that whatever you were inviting them to has ended, thus ensuring their safety from any peer pressure to attend.

4. (After being invited out) “Maybe.”

Saying “Maybe” definitely means “no,” but look how disappointing and borderline rude “no” sounds? It’s like the least fun word in the dictionary, so it’s easier to handout maybes, which may give the inviter a glimmer of false hope and slight letdown when you don’t show, but they deserve it for daring to summon you out in public, right?

5. (After toughing it out and staying at a social gathering for a good chunk of time) “Well, I think I’m going to take off.”

I’m going home to recharge the batteries my socialization capabilities run on, because they’re down to 20%, and every minute of interaction is further draining them.

6. “Do you guys like it here or want to check out elsewhere?”

I hate it here. I hate this bar/club/place that isn’t home so much, but I don’t want to be the downer who points out how terrible/awful/not my home it is, so I’ll casually point out that there are other places in the world that aren’t this place and perhaps we should look into visiting one of them… Or, you know, just call it a night.

7. (After a concerned person asks if everything is okay) “*Laughter*”

As nice as it is to know that people care, it’s somewhat hilarious when people think you’re going through some type of life crisis because you choose to camp indoors on consecutive weekends. I mean, we spend all of this money on rent and decorate our place and buy nice things — is it shocking that a person wants to stay home and take advantage of the humble abode they’ve invested in?

8. (When bailing on plans) “I’m so sorry, a bunch of things just came up!”

Netflix got new stuff – like, really

9. (After being invited out) “I would, but I can’t get ready in time.”

I’m wearing soft pants (or no pants at all) and my body is sprawled out on cushiony furniture. I’d have to wait for whatever I’m watching to end (1-120 minutes), muster up the energy to get off of aforementioned furniture (15-45 minutes), wash-up/get dressed (45-120 minutes), and avoid being delayed again by the TV or internet on the way out (1-240 minutes).

10. (When ordering food) “May I have two sets of utensils.”

All of this food is for me, but since it’s definitely an amount fit for 2+ humans and I’m self-conscious of my massive appetite, I’m going to overcompensate a bit. I’ll emphasize how important it is to have enough utensils, plates or napkins, because the non-existent person I’m sharing these four entrees with would like a plastic fork as well.

11. “I’m a people person.”

I’m a peephole person. As in, when the doorbell rings or someone knocks, the homebody will tiptoe over stealthily and look through the peephole to find out who dare visit their home unexpectedly.

12. (When plans are canceled on a homebody) “Aw, it’s okay, we’ll get together next time.”

YES! YES! YES! THANK YOU GOD FOR SAVING ME, I’LL NEVER WILLINGLY AGREE TO PLANS AGAIN.

13. “I need to get out this weekend.”

I need to go to a crowded social environment packed with humans and overpriced drinks to remind myself why I love staying home so much. It shouldn’t take longer than a few hours. I’ll complain by 10, regret it by 11, and be home by 12am.

http://thoughtcatalog.com/christopher-hudspeth/2014/07/13-things-homebodies-say-and-what-they-actually-mean/
 
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