I’m the kind of person who’s always expecting to get sand kicked in her face.
So what I do is, I hang back from people. I draw a line around them, at the point where if they do kick sand in my face, I’m too far off for much of it to stick. Then if they say ‘nyah nyah, got you that time!’, I can pretend I didn’t hear, or they were talking to someone else, or that it doesn’t matter.
There are downsides to this. The main one being, if anyone happens to come within the magic circle, I get irrationally anxious. WHEN will they kick the sand? WHAT if I’m not ready to jump back when they do? WHAT if they start shouting nyah nyah, and I turn red and cry? Crossing that line is a scary thing.
Hippy boy and me have run foul of the line several times now. But I think he’s ok. I don’t think he will kick sand in my face. I trust him not to. I MAKE myself trust, because it’s the only thing to do. To me, it’s like walking into a lion’s den with my eyes open, because Daniel said it’s alright. They’re pussycats really.
Does anyone else get this?