How many people are working today? Just me? I thought as much. Never the matter, despite the fact I’m sure you’ll all be too busy with your free time and your sunny day to read my post I’ll write it anyway.
In truth though I did have a good weekend and was out all day on Saturday there’s not much to tell. As I had mentioned in my last post, Saturday was Nigel’s birthday day out. We had lunch/dinner in town at Underworld late in the afternoon, I went home to get Michelle, who had been at work, and we rejoined everyone at Shaw’s. As per usual in this kind of night there was lively debate and much laughs were had by all but, as anyone knows these laughs are best left to the night and never retold in a way that does them justice.
The only story I will tell from that night is the socially awkward conversation I had while trying to explain how I was socially awkward. As an example of a social situation in which I felt strange was when Shaw and I found ourselves sitting in the flat playing the X-Box. “So, what?” I’m sure your saying much as everyone did on the night. I explained to them, as I will explain to you now, that in spite of knowing Shaw for over a decade through school and being friends with him for quite a few years I had never found myself in his company when we were not in a group. Now if I sit with Nigel, I sit with Sparkie, I sit with David, Jim, obviously Michelle and these people know I’m not a conversationalist and are comfortable with that. Bottom line they know me. As much as one person can know another they know me, and it comforts me to know that they know, you know? I’m a comfortador (my new favourite word) and when I find myself with people other than this I feel a tension fill the room, I have to talk, and I have to say things, any things.
Understand? No, neither did Shaw who, no doubt helped by the drink, summed up my explanation to the result that I was exclusively uncomfortable in his company alone. This was, I think, mostly he and everyone else having a laugh at my expense but that did not stop me fervently trying to back pedal to extent that my throat was raw and my voice was hoarse.
In spite of this hole digging exercise in ridicule and misunderstanding both I and Michelle had a great night which lasted into the wee hours of the morning.
The other point of interest from the night was the fact that there may be a new addition to our one bedroom flat, but I don’t want to say too much until I’m sure there’s something to say.
For now I’m off to clear the shite from my desk and reflect on my social issues.
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