Therapy

2 random things:

1. I went to Boca Grande for dinner Friday night and as I was leaving and walking back to the car, I saw 3 teens(maybe) walking past. 2 guys and a girl. All I heard from their conversation was this(said by the girl):

"Danny, you're NEVER gonna touch a girl!!"

2. So this may make me a horrible person. It probably does for the sheer fact that it happens during Sunday mass and I absolutely hate it. So there's this family. There are about 5 of them. Maybe 4. I don't know. Either way, a few weeks ago, they ended up in the same pew as Ryan and I. The son was sitting closest to me. He wasn't too close, so it was ok. But throughout the mass, I feel like the family got closer and closer until the boy was sharing the same kneeler as me. I'm sorry, I have personal space rules and they even apply DURING mass. He was close enough to smell my perfume. So fast forward to TODAY, and guess who sits in the same pew as us?! Yes. Them. The encroaching family. But this time, the father was sitting closest to me and I was sure to slide my purse a little farther away from me to ensure that I wouldn't share a kneeler...EVEN BEFORE THEY GOT THERE. It seemed to work. By the time we got to the 2nd reading, the father might as well have been looking through my purse. By the time we got to the collection, he was sharing a kneeler with me. This MAY seem trivial people. But it's not. Personal space rules exist everywhere, especially during mass. Get your own kneeler. Get your own pew!! Really, if you need that much space, take an entire pew in the back for you and the clan.

Yea, it's that kind of random.