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Doing a Giraldi:
When two work-a-holics can't get work done because they're in love and can't stop talking, can't stop smiling, can't stop laughing, but one of them can't/won't admit, can't or won't say it out loud.
John knew he was the luckiest guy on earth, but he won't just say what he feels because he's stuck in a giraldi...doing the giraldi big time!
Hm.... maybe he's holding it back for Valentine's Day.
Chrismaukahramadquanzolstisthingy:
The most inclusive winter holiday!
At least saying "Happy holidays" doesn't exclude anyone, but HapMerry Chrismaukahramadquanzolstisthingy actually includes them all. And HapMerry Chrismaukahramadquanzolstisthingy to you, too!
Blame-Eater:
A person who happily accepts blame for things they didn't do, mostly to take the pressure off others and/or to assuage someone else's feelings, and also to avoid arguments and end the silliness of the blaming conversation. The blame-eater is comfortable enough in knowing themselves so as not to worry what others think, so the blame disappears in a puff of smiles.
John can be a bit blaming. Luckily, Jane adores him, doesn't want to fight, and doesn't mind being the blame-eater.
"So it's my fault now? Okay, I'll take the blame. Let's hug."
The anxiety of post COVID-19 opening of everything without social distancing or sanitary precautions.
Also know as re-entry anxiety.
The thought of going back to our old filthy, pre-COVID-19 habits is giving me re-opening anxiety. Puleeeaaasseee let's at least not go back to the unsanitary, nasty habit of shaking hands!
The fear of a post COIVD-19 world as shut-downs are ended, and we have to be with people again.
Also known as Re-entry Anxiety, and Post-COVID Stress
The thought of a world without social distancing is giving me nightmares and re-opening anxiety. How I hope hope hope we don't have to go back to things like shaking dirty hands!
When my nieces and nephew were little, I got sick every time I saw them because little kids are just germ-burgers, and I didn't have my own so had not built up immunity. One time I was talking to, and holding my two year old niece and she sneezed right into my mouth.
An amount of time designated for sweet-talk, necessary for those who don't often express their feelings.
John doesn't talk much about his feelings. He shows me that he loves me which is beautiful and more than enough, but sometimes I just really want to hear it, too. So we now have a few minutes of designated sweet-talk-time.