I am acutely aware of my body because I have changed it drastically, denied so much from it, and whipped it into submission, that I feel, at times, so tragically disconnected from it. Sometimes I feel my body isn’t me, but a tool, a robotic shell I occupy and augment and repair.
It’s easy to be friendly. But some people assume friendliness should mean unbridled openness. Far too often I’ve seen how some people would lovebomb strangers in the hope that they will win their trust and friendship.