Also. It obviously goes without saying, just because I believe a situation seems insoluble (at least with what I have to work with from my resources) and that nothing will change until a person CHOOSES to change and learn the lessons they're refusing to learn and until then I need to let them go down the paths they choose even when the letting go is hard on me...... Well, it doesn't mean I'm right. Especially if I'm missing crucial information or failed to notice a change in a person's choices, the lessons they've learned and been tested on and are working to learn thoroughly enough to move forward.

I'm an old soul with very strong unbending ethical lines around issues of justice/truth and a lot of psychic/spiritual/magic gifts and ancient powerful deities as friends/guardians -- but that doesn't make me infallible. Especially when I have good logic built on a bad premise. I get real shit conclusions when that happens. And you have every right to fight me and tell me I'm wrong and show me where I went wrong and why there are better options I need to consider or new data for me to tweak things. Also, you can just tell me straight out, "Naw bitch, you fucking this up!" and then make me see how/why there's a better answer.  If you've got evidence or a better answer or you're just fucking stubborn enough, you may even change my mind.

It also goes without saying that at the theater I got teased mercilessly by Crissy and Sabra while Karissa just laughed about me flirting with the high school boy at concessions who kept getting flustered messing up my order more than once forgot to ring in my red icee and took just as long getting me popcorn and an Icee as all three of them to sign up for Magic Movie Rewards AND get their popcorn and soda cups from someone else.  It was actually quite entertaining how distracted and flustered he was... I probably deserved their teasing. Finally I stamped my foot said, "But I wasn't flirting!! I was just asking. Nicely, but just asking. It wasn't me that was flirting -- it was my boobs." They all looked down at them, looked up at my face, looked down at them again and finally Crissy said, "I mean, they are ridiculous." Sabra, 'Bit Jessica Rabbit on you." and Karissa, "Can you imagine if we corset trained her?"

At which point I just gave a heavy sigh , turned on my heel and stalked off down the hallway to the theater -- at which all three of them started laughing REALLY hard.

I don't mean to flirt. I'm just nice with really big eyes and ridiculously distracting boobs. Because 28G is an actual bra size. Can't get cute bras in it, and I have to spend a LOT of money on ordering them from EU/UK -- but it's actually a size......