Adult in Training

Sometimes I wonder why I have any friends.  Now, please don’t mistake this for self-pity, it is simply an observation.  Sometimes I find myself doing things, and immediately afterwards I think: “God, why would anyone hang out with me?” Or sometimes: “If I weren’t me, I’m not sure I would be my friend.”

Because lets be realistic; I’m kind of a weirdo.  Or, at the very least, a pretty big geek.  But not in the cool, computer-hacking way. And currently I am also probably the most boring person on earth.  Pretty much all I did today was walk Avi.  On the way back, we saw two blue jays.  I am not lying when I say that we stood in the middle of the road, looking up at them for like three minutes.  Until I caught myself staring with my mouth open, at which point I quickly looked around to make sure that no one was covertly watching me.

Also, I tend to be the most uncoodrinated person I know.  As a result, embarrassing things tend to happen to me.  This could go either way.  It provides fairly entertaining comedy sometimes – because who doesn’t like to point and laugh at unfortunate people?  An example of this would be the time I fell off the top bleacher at one of Katie’s softball games last year.  Because I thought I was going to get hit by the ball, and tried to shift out of the way.  And so in an attempt to avoid injury, I caused myself more harm.  

But, it could go the other way, where the embarrassment rubs off on those around me.  Like when I say things without thinking (which is basically all the time).  So sometimes words sneak out, before I realize that they are inappropriate.  Like the time I called someone a douchebag in front of Meg’s dad – although he was really cool about it… and called me douchebag every time I came to visit after that.  Or the time I called someone a twat in front of Katie’s parents.

Berman’s told me a couple of times that she doesn’t get embarrassed anymore, after being around me for five years.  So maybe I have something to offer after all.