I'm not sure if any readers have noticed, but there has been less mention of J. this semester. We don't have any classes together, so I don't see as much of him, and to be honest I've purposely pulled away a little bit from our extracurricular time as well. That is a long, complicated issue, discussion of which I will save for a rainy day. Anyway, a recent conversation with him gave me something to think about. Maybe everyone will read this and think it's mundane, what's the big deal, but it struck a chord with me so I just wanted to share it.
For set-up, it was a really warm day last week, and I was wearing a t-shirt for the first time in months. J commented on the fact that I was in short sleeves, and I made some disparaging comment about the size of my arms.
J: Come on, Cammy, don't be like that.
Me: Why not? [yes, I am so ultra mature sometimes...]
J: I like your arms better now.
Me: Oh really, why might that be?
J: Because they look like real arms.
Me: I didn't think the ones that I had before were fake.
J: I know you didn't think so, that was the problem.
Kind of makes me wonder what I believe in right now that will reveal itself to also be fake or misguided at some point in the future.
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