Introductions are always awkward
I am the sort of person who thinks things like: “people who write blogs are attention-starved egotists,” but then gets over herself and joins the revolution.I don’t speak up in meetings. When I do, I’ve generally thought about what I’m going to say for so long that the content of my contribution no longer makes sense in the context of the discussion. If I could, I would write everything I say in a professional environment 20 minutes in advance and hire someone else to speak it for me. This is bad.
I constantly have to remind myself that the grass is not, in fact, greener on the other side. I constantly have to remind myself that people, while inherently good, are universally fucked up by society and heartbreak and their parents and will take my purse if I leave it sitting on a table in a bar while I go to the restroom. Once I can afford a bit of land in this crazy city, I plan on planting my own grass.
My favorite sort of people are those who are so intensely compelled by something that they assume without question that others are interested in it, too.
Thanks to a youth marked by obsessive over-achieving and some serious, serious luck, I’m currently at the very bottom of a pretty fancy ladder, where no one is particularly bothered by the fact that I don’t seem to have much to say. As it seems that struggles make the best stories, perhaps the view from here will amuse you for a few moments a day.
And, before you ask, I can definitely use the advice!
posted by Michelle @ 14:15
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