Thursday, December 26, 2013

What's wrong with my eyes (adults only)

After sharing yesterday with Nath while Hanneke was visiting her family, today there was a role reversal. Nath was with her family and Hanneke and I were listening to the top2000 on the radio. Every year people get to vote on the best songs ever and the top 2000 are played from christmas day till 12 o'clock on new years eve. You can always argue about which song is the best but without doubt you'll hear great music 24/7.

But that is not what I wanted to share. I was writing (old school) when Hanneke asked what I was doing. When I told her I was just writing down words and sentences that came to me she wanted to read them and I allowed her. It was funny how I could follow where she was on the list by her actions. The word cloud made her look at the window. The passage "The pillows needed to be washed" meant she looked at the pillows on the couch and the word nipple had her looking at her own pair. When she was finished she looked at me and said: "It was probably expecting to much when I thought this would be a coherent selection of words. And how did you get to nipple after remote control? Were mine showing?"
"I was actually thinking about a film I once saw, the softest of soft porn where a remote control influenced people's sexual behaviour so no, yours weren't showing." I said this at the same time I was looking at her breasts. "But they are now."
"Your eyes have a magical power!"
"We should test this on Nath this evening. You might be onto something."

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"What are you looking at? Did I spill something?"
"No, Hanneke and I had a discussion earlier today and I'm testing something."
"What? What are you testing?"
"Whether or not I can make nipples appear with my eyes. And based on today's evidence I can."
She looks down and covers her breasts. "Should I even ask?"
"Oh don't worry. It is all innocent but I bet that when you take your hands away you will see that it even works when they are covered by hands."
"I'm not going to move my hands."
"In a way... that is fine by me."
(Hanneke) "Oh come on. Move them."
"Pervs!"

We had a great time. Even Nath I can assure you.

Tuesday, December 24, 2013

This is what I love

Why would you work in an office if you don't want to interact with your co-workers? Today for the first time in months I was able to chat to a colleague for 1.5 hours about stuff that wasn't work related. Sure it started with a question about work but we then went on to politics, private stuff and plans for the future. Later we passed each other in the hallway and we just smiled. A smile that says mutual understanding. A smile that says you share something. A smile that says you belong.

Can you waist so much time? After today I think I must. I didn't feel guilty even with all the work I'm behind on. I felt joyous, rejuvenated. I didn't mind working a few extra hours at the end of the day. I knew what caused it and happily wore the consequences.

On the way home it hit me. I realised I used to do this a lot more in the past and was far happier at work. Of course I've been super super busy the last year and will be for another 4-5 months but I think I should accept that I have to make room for this.

Silence the inner chatter box?

Saturday, December 14, 2013

Family

For the most part I grew up with just my sister but after my parents divorced and eventually re-married I all of a sudden had 6 brothers and 7 sisters. I'm the youngest by one by the way.
Some I know really well but others I only see at family gatherings. Sometimes not even there. This is why in my world it can happen that a sister calls me and starts with "I hope it is all right but your dad gave me your number".

Most of this is my doing though. Pretty much all like me but that feeling isn't mutual. So when one calls me directly it always is about a problem. Normal requests go via my real sister, she is after all the 'responsible' one and knows how to handle me.

Come to think of it I have a shield of women protecting me: My sister and mother for my family, Nathalie for my friends and my secretary Janine for my work. But maybe I should dedicate a separate entry on that topic one day.

But today one of my brothers called me. Now you have to know that he is one of these 'I can not be alone' type of people. And after his divorce a couple of years ago a stream of women, some even more needy than him, passed by and all this has cost him a lot of money.
This week however he learned that the company he works for is cutting back on company cars and that his is taken in by Jan. 1st. And that is why he called me. He needs money to buy a car. Some may see the irony. He calls the one who never drove a car for a car.

I don't like giving money to family. Almost always emotions will play a role. Emotions I do not like to deal with and thus I asked him why he needed a car. He came up with several reasons but all I really heard was that he wasn't prepared to change his lifestyle and that I have to pay for that. Had he needed the car to get to and from work I might have been tempted to give him some but it was all about independence and convenience for him. So in the end I pointed out that he should have thought about this earlier and as it wasn't a necessity said no. He wasn't pleased about it.

Thirty minutes later I get a call from another brother, one who has my number and was recognized by my caller ID. I picked up the phone with these words: "If you're calling about what I think you are calling about I would choose my words very carefully." It became a very short conversation. :)