so if I fell I would fall right in

yesterday i was incredibly lazy. this meant sitting around my living room for a number of hours--before the great ceiling flood i probably would have sat at my desk, but i think i'm still a bit allergic to that room--doing a whole lot of not much. by early evening though, my allergies were not pleased and i don't know why. it could have been the very slightly moldy onion in the kitchen, it could be that i'm still allergic to our living room couches. i really don't know. so in an effort to not be allergic, i'm out of the house, spending time at the house of spies. unfortunately, their interwebs continue to be angry on and off today.

i had a group of women wearing head scarves (is dupatta the word i want?) come over and ask what i'd dyed my hair with. they said they'd been thinking of doing something similar. it made me realize the assumptions i make, at first wondering if they were mocking me, but realizing that bright hair colors would be a) probably easier to hide if necessary and b) not hugely different in reasoning than for me. it's one of those weird things that makes me wonder where the line is for sensitivity, prejudice, and (ick) p.c.-ness. is it 'wrong' of me to even wonder about it? is it just a comfort zone? or is it, in this case, more about how i expect different groups of people to react to how i look, and how comfortable or safe i feel with their reactions.

my tea needs more honey.

i could go off on a tangent about the way i've seen my own comfort level in various situations and public places change over the past couple of years in relation to how i've grown and changed, but it would be long and this is long enough. suffice to say i find it interesting, the places i used to be able to enjoy that i no longer feel comfortable in. not that this is a bad thing most of the time, just that it's interesting.