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Sponge Bob Sassy Pants

Last weekend my Mom was telling me about an article in O(prah) magazine a month or so back where they talked about people who are sponges and take on the attitude and feelings of others around them. It can manifest itself in mirroring behaviors, emotional changes, and also physically. I am SUCH a sponge. It's why I don't like to watch movies where someone gets embarassed. I feel their pain too profoundly. It's also why I avoid negative people like the plague. I get physical symptoms because my body rejects what the sponge wants to take in. I had a negative boss several jobs back, and by negative boss I mean she-devil, and I ended up with a night guard to stop me from clenching my teeth at night.

Since my vacation, I've been feeling like a much more sedate version of myself. I still feel like myself but I lack the vim and vigor I am known for. It's funny because in my interactions with people I can see, almost as if from a perspective outside myself, that I am quieter, more thoughtful, less effusive, more calm - like Friendster Guy. As a sponge I've taken on a part of his personality. I don't see it as a negative, but as an interesting turn of events. I could certainly use a little introspection and calm in my life.

I was talking about this experience just last night with my friend N while we were waiting for a friend of hers, J. When J showed up she was full of energy and sarcasm and wit and I instantly liked her. I also instantly reverted to my more energized and bantery ways. N could certainly tell you that it was a crazy transformation. I guess I just needed to be reminded of that spark and I ran with it.

It's a fascinating phenomenon. Suck it up.

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