I was completely unaware that my lack of social skills and interaction was a problem of such massive proportions that it would inspire a conference call.
My mother, the college professor and my father the engineer (I’m not really sure what he does, I think it involves drinking Diet Dr. Pepper and eating pretzels) initiated a Skyping with my friend Helena , who, as a Freshman at Brown probably has better things to do, and my friend Mac, who is kind of busy what with school and internship and job with the catering company and aren’t they supposed to be getting ready for the holiday season?
The sole purpose of this time zone defying waste of energy was because I don’t get out enough, and I rarely initiate conversation or eye contact.
I did not want to get into a whole thing with everyone about the whole people firing questions at me and the fact that, to be perfectly honest I don’t much like the general populace and right now, I’m not wild about them .
That would be anti-social and I don’t need that kind of trauma.
The day out with the Wee Ones and the Mac-handled Makeover was just the beginning.
Helena sent me this: I am just assuming the actual book will follow. I can’t wait for the hilarity to ensue.
Little do they know that I ventured out alone! (Cue fanfare of creepy music.) I wanted to see if the open mike guy from last week liked my actual face when it wasn’t spackled with make-up. I have to admit that at first I was afraid to make eye-contact, but I thought it was safe because he was singing and if he started firing questions at me it would look like part of the act. I looked at him. He smiled. He didn’t break his musical stride and start asking me questions about the history of guitars or the history of coffee or the benefits of traveling in packs. I think this is moving in the right direction because if this weird super power thing is finally over, yay, and if he actually likes me, yay. It’s a win win.
Ann: a story of the small 