I have come to the conclusion that I might possibly be the most awkward person on Earth. Most of the time, I cannot control the strange comments that come out of my mouth, and it always seems like my responses are 3 minutes behind the conversation.
Last week, Aaron was asked to meet a couple that he may, or may not, be working with in the near future. Unfortunately for everyone involved, this meeting occured during my lunch hour, so I was home when the couple arrived. With all due respect to them, I was far more concerned with eating my lunch than chit-chatting. I didn't realize it at the time, but in hindsight, it may have been incredibly awkward of me to leave the room in the middle of the conversation in hopes of finding food in the kitchen. I can assure you, however, that my return to the living room was far more uncomfortable than my departure had been. The lady-part of the pair said something along the lines of how she was needing Aaron's help, but I misunderstood and thought she meant that she really needed a job. So, I respond "Oh, I totally understand! Gotta bring home the paycheck!" *Silence* *Continued Silence* Then, she politely responds, "No, I meant that I would really appreciate your husband agreeing to help me."
Here is my primary source of awkwardness: I am not good with introductions or meeting new people. My hands are always sweaty, so I avoid acknowledging that strangers exist in an effort to save them from a moist handshake. But after the initial introduction has failed to occur, there is never again a comfortable opportunity to introduce myself--It's too late. I can't just one day start talking to them as though we are old chums; we never officially met. Thus, the remainder of my life is mainly spent trying to evade these people.
Oh yeah, I got my heel caught in the space between the elevator and the solid floor today. And I fell. That is another element to my awkwardness. Falling.
Until tomorrow.
~H
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