I Don’t Get People

And I don’t think people get me either.   

In the past week, I’ve blogged at least 10 times.  And all ten times, I’ve thought…you know what?  I better not say that. 

So I didn’t.  But I still want to.  So now I get to write a blog post while resisting the temptation to give in and say it anyway.  It’s easier to avoid temptation if you just avoid the thing all together.  That’s probably why people choose the easy route and live life in total abstinence of things that might be a challenge to balance appropriately.  Me, on the other hand…I like to do things the hard way.  LOL.

Maybe that doesn’t make sense.  Like I said…people don’t get me either. 

But here’s my thing.  Why can’t we all just get along?  Why do we have to do things that just poke at each other?  Why does it matter if you believe one way and I believe another?   Why can’t we just live and let live…and for heaven’s sake, kill the tension and drama.  Can’t we overlook the human in people if we expect them to overlook the human in us?  Sheesh. 

Maybe that’s why I’m socially inept.  I don’t do well with the politics of social interaction.  I have to work at it, and most of the time, I feel like an utter failure. 

Oops, was I supposed to give them a hug?  Did I miss my cue?  Did they notice that I didn’t catch their name?  Uh, what should I say now?  Oops…that must be a sensitive topic, how do I get out of this one?  Oh my, that didn’t sound right…gotta fix it, gotta fix it!  Oh no…that didn’t help either…how do I get out of this?  Oh look, time to go…should I shake hands or am I supposed to hug them now or just do nothing and say bye?  They look like this is awkward…uh….what do I do, what do I do?  Are they going to take it the wrong way if I just say bye?  Oh no, they’re coming in for a hug…should I put my arms over or under….hope my deodorant is still working…or maybe a side hug would be more appropriate…no no no…I turned my head the wrong way and we knocked heads…how awkward….

Welcome to a small piece of my brain.  Yep…it’s pretty twisted. 

And this is one of the many reasons I LOVE my husband…he’s like the social wizard…when he’s around, I’m only half as awkward.  LOL. 

I don’t even know why I’m saying all this…confessing my faults, I guess.  It’s better now than it used to be, so I guess my hard work on this area is not totally for nothing, but it still irks me pretty frequently.  *sigh* 

So for the record, if you ever spend any time with me in person and I am acting really weird or saying the dumbest things…now you know why.  LOL. 

And this is probably the reason that I’m quite forgiving of others social misdeeds…within reason.  LOL.  If you’re obviously creating unnecessary drama, repeatedly…well, that’s a different story.  LOL.

And that’s the edited version of my last ten blogs.  It might not make any sense, but since you’re reading my blog, you probably didn’t expect to come here and get sense.  HA. =)

I’m going away now…I have the drama queen upstairs going off about her math problems.  Which brings up another point…why is everything always everyone else’s fault?  You make your own choices…own it.  Don’t be saying it’s the teacher’s fault for making you hurry when you’re the one who spent all your math time talking to your friends in class and then scribbled down wrong answers in the last five minutes and then have a weeks worth of failed math papers that you have to bring home and correct.  Yuck.  That irks me, too.  I’d say it’s an age thing and it’s not till you get older that you realize, duh…it really IS my bad choices, but there are some people way older than myself who have yet to realize this. 

Okay…putting the soapbox away for REAL now.  =) =)  The tantrum upstairs is escalating.  Gotta go.