I am not so good at being so very social. This may come as a surprise as I do not shut up if I am ever around you. Also, I am fairly friendly and will talk to anyone about small-talk one on one. But, I am not so very good at going to large groups for socializing purposes. Even one-on-one lots of people make me uncomfortable for various reasons–– either they are stupid, or they think I am stupid, or they don't understand silliness, or they don't understand seriousness, or they don't like kitties, or they don't respect my opinions about social issues, or they choose not to understand my opinions about social issues (this is a big one. Lots of people do this), or they use the word "gay" as a synonym for stupid (or something equally offensive like that), or they think I'm amoral, or I think they're immoral, or they are just this specific personality type that I can't describe in so many words suffice to say they are not content with any aspect of life but not because they are aware of all of the injustice in the world or anything like that, but because they are searching for some abstract notion of fulfilment instead of just getting fulfilled. So, see, I am not so good at being very social. I am good at being social with Tabby, which is why I live with him and am in love with him and what not. I am good at being social with Audrey and Christina because I've known them sense I was a kid. I am good at being social with Leo because he is a weirdo like me. I am good at being social with Chelsea because she is also a weirdo. I am good at being social with my homeless friend who wears a blue sweatshirt because I only ever have to talk to him for five minutes at a time and he's not one of those annoying types mentioned above–– however, notice I am not good enough at being social to know his name. I am good at being social with almost anyone with whom I had to work because if you're with someone enough hours of the day then they just see how you are anyway so there's really no point in not being good at being social. I am good at being social with my sister and her children because I love them the
bestest. I am not so good at being social with one of my brothers and I am just
ok at being social with the other one (the one who made the FUNNY PICTURE!!!! when he was in eighth grade.) I am dreadfully awful at being social with my mother because the only interest we share is kitty-meow-faces. Other than that we have nothing in common. With my father I am
ok at being social like how I am with my one brother. With Tabby's parents I am pretty
ok at it as long as I am not in a bad mood, because if I am in a bad mood, Tabby's dad will make my mood worse. This was a list for your reading pleasure. Probably there are other people with whom I am good at being social, but for some reason they are NOT ON THE LIST!? SORRY FRIENDS. Mostly I am
ok one-on-one.
(She is saying "hello, will you play with me?" And he is saying "no because I am an old man it is scary when you chase me!")So, anyway the other day I had a
dejá vu. (Is that how you spell it?) I get them sometimes a lot, but never write them down, so now I am going to start writing them down. This one is from the class Theory and Practice of Nonprofit Management. We were discussing in small groups some questionable marketing situations. My group was talking about when
Mattel offered to make a girl scout barbie doll. (Which is oh so wrong, on oh so many levels. Probably I needn't list them.) So then this is how the
dejá vu went: Someone in my group asked a question about merit badges in girl scouts and that is when the
dejá vu started, and then the rest of us didn't know about the badges and then someone else asked if when a girl got a merit badge if she would get a badge for her Barbie doll too, like a little tiny badge, and no one knew the answer and then the prof. said to come back together and that is how it ended, the professor broke it up. Do you know I love run-on sentences sometimes? Maybe I already said that before.
BYE!!!
Love,
Calla and her kitties
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