When I think about BOUNDARIES, dental hygiene comes to mind. There’s something about laying in a chair, mouth open, while someone with protective eyewear and metal tools stares down into your oral cavity. A lot of people are uncomfortable with someone being that close to them physically and having the ability to analyze what they see while you lay there helplessly (so to speak). It’s quite metaphorical and a little fucking poetic.
My coping mechanism when people get close and I’m uncomfortable with it or insecure about myself, is my bluntness. I head straight into direct conversation pointing out the obvious and making jokes to ease myself. We all have our own coping mechanisms for stuff. Take this out of the dentist’s office and into the wider point of view of life and consider the fact that scenarios like this in your everyday life teach you stuff. They show you where you’re at with yourself.
I’ve gotten to a place with dentist appointments (or any setting that involves physical closeness to my human body) where I take comfort in the knowingness that I’m enough...even if my makeup is not blended for my “closeup.” Sometimes you reach that place through exhaustion and acceptance that you ARE human like the rest and if someone that ‘close’ doesn’t like what they’re looking at, it doesn’t change your value or your heart. .
The reverse of this is the realization that they speak to you when you can’t really answer to fill the space and put you at ease (some say). Shows you that in any situation where there’s more than one human, the perceptions are vastly different and often very much the same.