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With little editing, both grammatical and contextual:
It makes me laugh to myself, sometimes, that I make others almost visibly nervous (particularly those who don't know me). Does my gaze and perception weigh so heavily on some that it threatens their sense of self?
B reminds me so much of JD (nee JB) incertain ways that it makes me smile, hopefully indulgently, if not kindly.
The impact the outdoors can have on me is sometimes almost magical. I forget, in my love of bustle and people, that it can affect me so just to breath, and feel unconditioned air against my skin. Perhaps I am more fey (read: repressed sensualist) than I care to admit.
I have so much more respect for the shy person who has the courage to actually be shy and awkward than the one who masks it behind arrogance and bravado.
The warrior archetype has been offered me several times, but I reject it. I suspect it comes down to my unwillingness to face and accept my own anger and talent for violence; if it comes easily, it must be suspect. I think I also fear a dissolution of my self in a pursuit of a "greater good", whatever that might be.
My friends are dear to me; I wish I knew how to make that overt.
It makes me laugh to myself, sometimes, that I make others almost visibly nervous (particularly those who don't know me). Does my gaze and perception weigh so heavily on some that it threatens their sense of self?
B reminds me so much of JD (nee JB) incertain ways that it makes me smile, hopefully indulgently, if not kindly.
The impact the outdoors can have on me is sometimes almost magical. I forget, in my love of bustle and people, that it can affect me so just to breath, and feel unconditioned air against my skin. Perhaps I am more fey (read: repressed sensualist) than I care to admit.
I have so much more respect for the shy person who has the courage to actually be shy and awkward than the one who masks it behind arrogance and bravado.
The warrior archetype has been offered me several times, but I reject it. I suspect it comes down to my unwillingness to face and accept my own anger and talent for violence; if it comes easily, it must be suspect. I think I also fear a dissolution of my self in a pursuit of a "greater good", whatever that might be.
My friends are dear to me; I wish I knew how to make that overt.
