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Friday, November 18, 2011

This is Just Awkward

I tend to make awkward conversations worse.  It's as if I have this overwhelming need to stop the uncomfortable feelings by over explaining things.  Here is an example: 

Acquaintance: "Wow, your house is amazing!  How do you keep things so clean and neat while having kids and homeschooling?" 

Me: "Well, that's simple; I'm crazy."

Acquaintance: "Oh...", with a perplexed almost scared expression. 

Me:  "Ha ha ha .... no I'm kidding, I'm not crazy.  I just never sit down or rest all day; it's what I do....  Especially after a stressful day, I mean noting calms me down faster than vacuuming." 

Acquaintance:  "So, you never do anything for yourself?" 

Me:  "No, this is what I do for myself...  I can't rest or be happy if things aren't in order...  I mean it's just the way I am; my whole family is this way and only some of us are truly insane." 

Acquaintance:  ".... okay?....." 

I would continue, but it I don't think I could survive the pain of the documentation. 

I've heard it said that life is full of awkward moments.  This is quite a strong statement, what with the implication of the word 'full'. If a jar is full of candy, then one assumes that all there is in the jar is candy and let's be honest, a lot of it.  So, I can only jump to the conclusion that life = awkward.  So why then, is it that I so often  feel the need to make the awkwardness go away?  And, where do I think it's going to go since the jar of life is already full of other awkward moments?  I have now written myself into an awkward corner, which the only way out of is to ramble on some more in a nonsensical pattern.  Well, today I say 'no'.  Today, I choose to breathe in the awkwardness of my post, and ask that you please accept this as my gift to you.  Use it as a chance to, like me, embrace the awkwardness that is life. 

* I have copy and pasted a section of an old post that I feel on occasion needs to be restated:


By the way, as a side note I just want to add that I take no responsibility for my run on sentences, typos and grammatical errors.  According to Jane Austen this is just part of my make up due to my preselected gender.

"...the usual style of letter writing among women is faultless, except in three particulars...A general deficiency of subject, a total inattention to stops, and a very frequent ignorance of grammar."

Northanger Abby

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