2007-01-22 - 5:44 p.m.

Hurrrr, now I feel like an overly critical idiot and I'm not sure whether I should... NEVER MIND, I WILL SHUT UP.

Ho-kay, so, I have nothing to say, as per usual, and I thought modesty might be interesting. I had a massage today and it was lovely and great because my back can be pretty awful, but it occurred to me that I'm pretty bipolar in how physically modest I am.
Believe me, I'm no prize and I've nothing to flaunt, and I pretty much cover myself up most of the time - at least short sleeves, and no part of my legs has been seen uncovered in public since maybe early 2005. Buuuuuut, a hospital stay, along with some thoughts about the social concept of modesty/appropriate behaviour meant that today when someone walked in on me sans outer clothing, I didn't really give a fig. I'm not sure if that comes from the fact that THEY walked in, and thus it's not my responsibility, but the fact of the matter is I think I'm only modest for practical reasons. I don't want someone hooting at me on the street. (I know, I know! Correct their behaviour, and a short skirt doesn't invite rape, and people exist in their own selves, I know.) I'm just saying, I don't actually instinctively blush if someone sees my breasts. I have nooooo idea what it says about me but the fact of the matter is, in a personal setting I'd only be super-modest if I were intimidated by the other person. Me being a total wuss, that means they have to do/have SOMETHING to puts me at ease before I can be like that... but yeah.

Okay, that's... totally disjointed. I guess I'm just commenting on how much more comfortable I am with my own body than I was when I was 14. BUT IT IS BORING AND I WILL SHUT UP NOW.