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Damn am I in a sharing mood. This is scary... :P
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Damn am I in a sharing mood. This is scary... :P I love being in the office at work during this time of year. Everyone...ok, almost everyone is heading off for their long year-end trips and the office, like the entire office, is emptying out. (Not that it has anything to do with me not having any more leave days left....just for the record  )I had a long lunch (ha..yes, it has started. Long lunches, coming in late and leaving early. Next week begins casual attire..) with two of my friends from work and we started talking about a few things. And I surprised myself by being...very candid and forthcoming with the parts of my life that I normally refrain from revealing to people who I work with. Not sure if that was a good thing but, it seemed like it was well received. I guess I'll find out moving forward. We spoke at lengths about many things, one of which was public nudity. First in places where it's a little more well received. Like when traveling. I didn't reveal everything (god forbid!) that I've done, but told them of this once when I was holidaying on a less touristy beach. I wouldn't call it a resort, cos we (my partner at the time, and  had rented a hut right by the beach, and all they had was a restaurant that accompanied a few other huts. I wasn't sure if nudity was allowed at the time at this beach, but I had caught an elderly couple sunbathing nude about 30 feet from us and we decided we'd go nude too. By the start of the second day, we didn't even bother throwing anything on anymore and just walked n and out of our hut to the beach and back nude. One evening, we were coming in from the beach and decided we'd go straight to the restaurant for dinner. We walked in and grabbed a seat. No one chased us away or said anything so we took that as consent and continued like this for our entire duration of our stay there. I've never told anyone at work anything like this cos I'm not sure if it's going to be well received or not. But somehow, it came out today and I even admitted, when asked, that at times, I still get a little excited being nude, more so in places where it's not blatantly accepted than in places where it is Go figure. LOLANyhow. We also spoke at lengths about how the term "normal" ted to differ from persons to person. Which is understandable. But in general, we have a range to operate on. Like, one persons' normal practice would be to let it flow when she's having her period (true story. A friend of mine doesn't believe in tampons or pads), and has a "period skirt" when the time comes. Some people (a lot of us, I'd assume) get freaked out by it. I guess no one really can define what the range is. I'd go with "not freaking the fuck out of everyone you're with at the moment" as a rough gauge. But yes, a lot of where our own gauge lies depends on how we live, I've found. If you happen to live alone for the better part of your adult life, then I guess there's no gatekeeper, no one there to give you that, "hey. you might want to tone that shit down a little" speech. Even that, sometimes, things might slide. The community (the people you live with) can actually pick up on some weird behavior and make it normal. Then, in general, the whole lot is, well, screwed. I can relate, I suppose. I was living alone for a long time, and then subsequently rented out two rooms to two of my close friends. In the time alone, I've developed a habit of going nude at home. Which is normal, I guess. And my friends kinda picked up the habit (mainly cos we were close friends, I guess) and we ended up going nude every time we were home. It had got to the point where my bathroom door was broken and we decided we'd just remove it altogether. And I'd shower, leave my clothes in my room, towel dry after shower and just walk around doing my thing. This was fine, until we started bring our respective dates home, which was also common. That phase lasted a long time, until we had to move out cos our lease ended. I've now brought that habit with me, which is fine cos most of the time, I'm by myself or with partners that, well...end up nude anyways. But every now and then I have people coming over to visit, and I end up housing them, and then it can get a little awkward. There was a point to this....dammit. Holiday 3-second-memory....ah yes. I guess it helps to have at least a few people close enough to you to tell you that, hey, you might want to cut that shit back a little. Maybe that was why I was so...forth coming with my colleagues. Yeesh...too much internalizing for the holidays Anyways. Thanks for reading. And check this out. Another blog in as many days. Making up for lost time huh 
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It does make life interesting to have a friend or two that a person is relaxed around, but not in a sexual relation with. Anything worth doing is worth doing right
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Thanks for sharing 
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Reminiscing down memory lane, yeah? Merry Christmas and Happy New Year. And also to the window washers / cleaners too. 😊☺️😊☺️ Fun and Pleasure in Sunny Side Singapore. Come visit my blog and let's chat and explore.
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Wow! Another entry in a matter of days. It's a good thing. Festive seasons are all about merry making with people and of course... we don't want to get too carried away in revealing too much to those whom you work with and in close contact with professionally daily as once it's being said, you will be held accountable for it. You've carried yourself well enough to restrain from dishing out the darker side of yourself. I've had my fair share of trying to keep the lid on with counterparts despite they were chatting away about their inhibitions... but we never know if what they are saying are the real deal or not. We learned a thing or two with the people around us and that's how we carried ourselves when we are comfortable around them.
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Reminiscing down memory lane, yeah? Merry Christmas and Happy New Year. And also to the window washers / cleaners too. 😊☺️😊☺️ Gee...thanks for reminding
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