Gotta Hand it to you

 

sleeping_beauty_by_jankolas-d4vbi3aAt one time, I had a dream.

When I started the T&T in 2014 on Google- the initial impetus for the blog was to take the teapot (the one on my banner) for walks.  Pose the teapot in interesting places.  Take photographs, and post with story about how I chose said location, what I did, how I got the shot…

Kinda an offshoot of ‘The Red Couch:  A Portrait of America.’

I was hoping, once I’d established there was this weird short round person in the Waukesha/Milwaukee area who’s eccentricity was taking crockery & cameras for a walk, the project would grow into having strangers on the street interact with said teapot.  Photographs would again be taken, and write ups would include a brief interview of my model-of-the-moment.

I even had delusions to morph this into a secondary blog called “Hands across Wisconsin” in which I would focus on the interplay between guest hands and the now ‘ever so famous’ teapot – a kind of travelling – weekend – long-range project.

 

Now…given that I’m an empathic introvert with a low tolerance for any type of socialization…those ideas got scrapped rather quickly.  I remember taking the teapot out for a walk…once.

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ONCE.

***idea…scrapped***

So ya’ll got stuck with my internal monologue instead 😀

 

I’m still obsessed with hands, though…and the Survey Team blog entry brought that idea back into the forefront of my mind.

Why am I obsessed with hands?

 

No other body part has as much visibility to the individual owner than their hands.  We’re continually touching, moving and manipulating things with our hands.  We bring things closer to our visual range to take a good, hard look.  We bring food or drink to our noses for a deep appreciation of the scent before sliding the morsel into our mouths for an exquisite taste.

We get a more intimate interaction with an object by experiencing its texture, weight, or temperature.  Our fingertips and palms have more nerve endings per square inch than just about any other part of our bodies (oddly enough, only your lips have more), and we use those nerve endings in an almost voyeuristic exploration of our surroundings.

Our hands can even speak when the spoken word cannot be heard – through culturally-accepted gestures.

Our hands are the way we interact with our world…and it shows within a LOT of our references.

“I know this place like I know the back of my hand…”

“He’s wrapped around her little finger…”

“Hey…gimme a hand, will ya?”

A part of me still wants to photographically explore the way we humans use our hands to interact with our world…

maybe I’ll restart that project again…

 

someday…

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All the People…all the time

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Seating for one, please?

The Daily Post offered up this nugget of inspiration last week:  when was the last time you felt lonely?

To be perfectly honest here – I can’t remember the last time I felt lonely.  I CAN recall the last time I felt the opposite (over-stimulated, over-socialized, overly-sought-out, over-peopled) because that’s pretty much how I feel all the time.  I’m ALWAYS under-isolated.

There have been plenty of times I’ve wondered:  how many people out there in the world are the same?  Who else out there shares in my craving for solitude?  Anyone else think the mythical old hermit living in an isolated cave has found Utopia?

Although, my Utopia would have to include HVAC and WIFI…

One ‘label’ in particular which really gets under my skin within this society is ‘Anti-Social.’  Granted, labeling different groups of people irritates me in general – but this one particularly rankles because it’s personal.  It points the ‘finger of judgement’ at anyone comfortable enough to spend as much time as possible in the bliss of solitude – delivering a label of deviant, unnatural, or harboring an illness in need of medication.

Bah.  I don’t need medication to become normal – for me, solitude IS normal, and the pursuit of such a worthwhile goal.

Society now calls people such as me introverts, and extends a tentative hand in invitation to come out of our closets.IMG_1012

Why should I?  My closet is one of the few places I can get the solitude I crave…

So, yes, being an introvert is a step up from being judged Anti-Social, but it’s still a label – a societal marker – a way to segregate humans into little slices of humanity – and I still call that wrong.  Stop marginalizing folk based on things. 

We’re all human beings – we are all crafted from the same DNA, generating the same properties in form and function.  One head.  Two eyes.  Two hands.  10 fingers and 10 toes.  Hair color, skin color, short, tall, fat, thin, personality quirks of all degrees – these things are minute variations in the overall form and we really need to start accepting them for the unique markers they are, rather than treating them as major flaws needing to be fixed or deviations that need to be studied.

So I say with aplomb – stop trying to study me, stop trying to understand me, and stop trying to ‘fix’ me.  I’m not broken, I’m not deviant, and I’m not flawed.

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THIS is why I don’t do ‘selfies’

I’m just me.