This is how it goes:
One more failure to connect
With so many how could I object?
And you, what on earth did you expect?
Well, I can’t tell you, baby
When this is how it goes
–Aimee Mann/This Is How It Goes
Failure to connect is a recurring theme with me. I have just never been a people person. It’s a little better now, but I have to really try hard. My mother can sit and chat with someone for five minutes, find out everything about them, and walk away with them adoring her. Rightfully so, she’s fantastic. She also has a talent for connecting with people.
Me? I am miserable at chatting. I feel like I’m being intrusive if I ask personal questions and I’m just awkward in general around people I don’t know. Once I get to know someone, it’s better, but I am never going to be that universally beloved person that everyone wants to be around.
Thank goodness. That would totally ruin my solitude gig.
So how is it that I am going on vacation with a flock of other people for a whole week, some of whom I barely know? Well. I will be vacationing a little outside my comfort level, for sure. I may end up locked in the bathroom sobbing at some point, but if that happens, Chelle will keep every one away until my ugly crying face resolves and I get my black eyeliner back on straight.
I should warn her about that. It’s important to have a plan.
Maybe we should have an emergency drill.