INFP

Gardening circa 1/13/2010

So, it turns out that dirt is heavy stuff.  It also turns out that tilling up clay soils it backbreaking work.  Finally, I will note that living with a masseuse is one thing, but that getting her to use her talents on you after a day of moving wheelbarrows of dirt and tilling it into the clay to amend the soil is, in fact, a completely different thing.  Not that I asked, mind you -- that would be far too gauche.  She should be able to tell from my subtle moaning, exactly what was needed!

I kid, of course.  But the larger issue about being honest is on my mind tonight.  I'm not a demonstrative sort of person, so talking about wants and needs is never high on my priority list.  Maybe it's easier for demonstrative people, for extroverts and their kin.  Hell, tonight I went to the facebook page of a colorado climber who died recently, and it was awash in awkward sentiments from strangers.  On the one hand, I'm really, really, REALLY creeped out by the whole facebook phenomenon and people airing private stuff in public.  On the other, it impresses me that people are able to be so honest, so publicly, not only to the person they are addressing but also to the entire world.  That just isn't me.

I'm good with that.