Saving Seats. Saving a seat for someone is easy-peasy when space is in abundance. When it starts being taken up by warm bodies, people start to narrow their eyes & panic ensues internally. They glare at your jacket or bag like they are going to move it with their eyes. & then people get verbal
They think they can hustle you into changing your mind. “Is this seat taken?” –Yes. YES. You are sitting there in nervous-park-squirrel-mode, your eyes darting to the entrance at any slight movement. Why would you submit yourself to that sort of angst if you weren’t saving a seat?
Realizing you’re leading a group of people somewhere. You think you’re walking somewhere as a group. & then you realize that everyone is really just hinging on where you’re taking them. You weave left, they weave left – you slow your pace, their pace slows. Your heart will hit bottom when you simultaneously realize that you have no idea where you’re going.
Falling through the stairs. I know I’m too big. It doesn’t matter.
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Hi!
I found you (or your site anyway!) through Well Rounded Hoops. And after discovering that your site was both a place of hooping and of lists and of Toronto creativity, I just had to comment and say hello
Falling through the stairs seems like a reasonable anxiety to me, who is always convinced while driving over a bridge that my car will flip off……..
Ha! Yes! After Paris, I SO understand the anxiety around being silently volunteered to lead people somewhere.
I am also afraid of falling through the stairs. Or down them. Or one and then the other. Let’s try not to think about it.