On the virtues of not giving a single good goddamn

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Today was a strange one. I did end up going to the ocean for a bit. I brought some Hula stuff, and my camera, thinking to recreate the photos from a few years ago. That didn't work out so well, but I'm still glad I went.

The beach was crowded for a Monday, so I had to walk a ways to get some distance on the cluster of humanity that I was trying to avoid. I found a nice quiet space all to myself and thought it would be fun to dance a little, so that's what I did. Then I saw this older lady coming towards me so I stopped, and pretended I hadn't been doing anything.

She was dressed (sort of) in a bikini which she wasn't making too much of an effort to actually wear, using the halter tie in a very distinct way. She came up to me and said, "Please don't stop dancing! I love your joy and you're reflecting the beauty of Long Island!" I went, O_O.

Well from there we just started chatting. She asked my name and when I told her "Jules" she said, "Isn't that wonderful! Not just one of them, but ALL of jewels of the sea!"

She went on to tell me that she was a: spiritual advisor, reflexologist, past-life therapist, and nudist. We talked for a long time about nude beaches and how women should be allowed to go topless just like men, and in fact the law saying women had to keep their tops on had been repealed (has it?) but that people were too immature to deal with that kind of thing in public. We talked for a while about Hawai'i, Long Island, music, and all that kind of thing.

She asked if she could touch my shell necklace, the really realy super long one from Hawai'i and I told her, sure. She wrapped her hands around it and said "I can feel so much energy!"

Then she said, "I want you to know, I love Native Americans, I feel a kinship with them."

I figured that she had made a guess that I was NDN or part NDN or something, so I said, "Oh, that's cool. I'm Choctaw, or Cherokee, or both – never did figure it out."

We talked about Native music for a while and then I asked if I could photograph her. She was like, "Little old me? Really? Let me get into my pose!"





I was like, "Man, she seriously does not give a single good goddamn what people think – good for her!"

Then she went away for a bit. She came back again while I was taking videos of myself practicing poi balls.



She had two shells in her hand, one of them was shaped like a heart and she wanted me to have it. Then she handed me a blue shell, saying, "I found you some wampum, too."

It was so cute and sweet, and I wished I'd brought my purse with me so I could have given her some of my shells too.

Then she went on her merry way (I say that literally, she really did go on her merry way) and I swear to god, when I turned to look at which way she went, she was gone. I know that's cheesy but it's true.

She kinda made my day. I kept dancing and goofing off after that, because I wanted to try to make some retro looking photos out of stills. Or even not retro looking, I don't know wtf I'm talking about.







(That one is so typical of a traditional Hula pose, it's almost cheesy.) The movement there just means "the wind blowing" but everyone does it in every photo.)


(My hair has a mind of its own.)









After I looked at those pics, I realized, you know what? Self? Quit worrying about your weight. So yeah, you can kill a quart of Cherry Garcia in a night. It's not like you do it every night, and hey, check it out: you're not fat. You're kind of thin, in some pics.

Anyway, so I chilled out about that.

My day actually went on from there when I went into the grocery store, ending with me getting so flustered that I forgot to buy my stupid chocolate, but that goes in a locked post because I'm never sure who's reading but trust me, it was a good story, a funny story so typical of me and my spazziness and my utter FAIL that I can't leave it out.

Oh, speaking of the chocolate, I'm looking into just ordering a case of 30 of them each time I almost run out. I buy about five bars a week so I think that might be a cheaper alternative. The only kind I really love, love, love, I mean the only chocolate that really nails that one particular spot I have, is Chocolove's 77%. Other chocolate is good, like Lindt and Girardelli, but that one bar is sometimes so necessary and I eat about half a bar a day. It's ridiculous.

More in a locked post.