Beware all you blogging recluses, for this could happen to you as well. There are consequences to social reclusiveness, and napkins, paperclips and other inanimate objects are the victims.
I force myself to socialize on a semi-regular basis. I know that developing and maintaining real life relationships is a must, otherwise, there will be no one to attend my funeral and I can think of no greater embarrassment than playing to an empty house at my own funeral. I will, when dead and hovering over my casket, measure the success of my life by the number of people attending my funeral. Let's hope I die on a day that I've published a less than controversial post...
Oh, and if you can't actually make it to the funeral, I'll count a bouquet of flowers as evidence of my success in lieu of your presence. A donation to the humane society is even better, though it obviously offers less in the way of aroma and decor.
I could very readily become a hermit, and yet, the things that I love about people - humor, compassion, intelligence, deep conversations, the ability to chug without dribbling - all make me miss them when I've isolated myself too long.
It's hard to keep any kind of faith in a species that once considered "Twister" a viable form of entertainment. Yet, keep the faith I must, lest I become alone unto myself, where none of the splendors (and splinters) that are me could be heaped upon an unsuspecting public.
Posted by Cranky at July 05, 2002 04:14 PMI don't know, Tess. I visited the humane society last week. It has plenty bouquet and aroma.
Posted by: kevin on July 5, 2002 04:27 PMHA! I'll be at your funeral for sure, Tess. I'll do something, in your honour, to make everyone laugh ... maybe reciting the lyrics to "The Rose" or something equally absurd. :)
I really don't force myself to socialize anymore. When I try, I invariably kick myself in the ass for doing so and I only make things worse for myself. Last weekend, there was a little neighbourhood congregation out in our cul de sac. We headed out there, out of a sense of duty. I'd say the highlight of the ensuing conversation was when I made an offhand comment about how my husband views birdbaths as cesspools of filth and disease. The comment was met with gasps and statements of disbelief and descriptions of the bird baths that they ALL had. It was a major faux-pas and, in one moment, I became a pariah. They all hate me now.
So I probably am better off just staying home. ;)
Posted by: Kelly on July 5, 2002 05:03 PMTess: You'd probably be extremely surprised to know that I am actually very well-socialized, despite my tendency to lapse into a seemingly eremitic state for days on end. I talk to almost everyone. People are even "shocked" when I tell them I'm "not a people person".
But you'll just have to witness it for yourself, when we go out to that fabulous dinner I've promised you when you visit. I'm the sort of dork who insists on engaging the waitstaff in conversation.
Feel free to ostracize me ... starting ... NOW!
:-*
Posted by: Jodi on July 5, 2002 05:06 PMKelly,
I'm known to make the same social blunders, and just as in online, people often do not know how to take things I say in jest. Sometimes, I'm extremely deadpan and what I say in jest often comes off as serious to those with less than well developed senses of humor. And, I avoid "neighborhood" functions of any kind. I like to go where I think there's at least a half-assed chance of me meeting someone I can even remotely relate to. Neighborhood functions have never proven reliable in that way. :)
I prefer spending time with friends that have stood the test of time as opposed to meeting new people, anyway.
Posted by: Tess on July 5, 2002 05:25 PMJodi,
I'm usually very friendly to strangers and I LOVE giving waiters and waitresses a hard time (jokingly). Our dinner could prove rather hilarious, I'm sure!
Posted by: Tess on July 5, 2002 05:28 PMSo true. Online, I think a lot of people assume you're serious and jump to conclusions before even asking if you're kidding. We've all had little comment trolls pop into our blogs and act all indignant and offended, without stopping to think if anything possibly could have been a joke. (As an example, someone recently took the Caldwell "royalty intervention" seriously. HA!)
You also may be a lot like my husband. In real life, NO ONE understands his humour. Well, except for me and he has told me many times that this is the (only) reason he married me. I actually laugh at his jokes.
Posted by: Kelly on July 5, 2002 06:15 PMMeant to attach the link to that post I referenced. heh
Don't worry, Tess. I never take you too seriously. ;)
Posted by: Kelly on July 5, 2002 06:21 PMI can definitely relate to the paradoxical "people: can't live without them, can't mow them all down with a fully automatic rifle." (yes, that's a joke) I love people... very specific types of people. The rest can go play in the street. I also have this tendency to find great amusement in attempting to strike up conversations with those individuals least likely to successfully conduct a conversation. See Operation Smile for further details.
But, all in all, I find our four-legged companions to be far more enjoyable on a day-to-day basis.
Posted by: Shawn on July 5, 2002 09:30 PMShawn,
You have a way of saying exactly how I feel and then I end up striking myself in the head, going, "How come I couldn't have said that?"
You are right on the money. I can't say "ditto" enough times.
Posted by: Tess on July 5, 2002 09:43 PMI am what you could probably term a "tragic romantic". I adore people and foolishly expect the best from them; therefore I am constantly disappointed and hurt when they turn out to be such fucksticks. Ah, well. The optimism of my twenties. I'm sure when I hit 30 in October I'll develop that hard candy shell I've been longing for.
Posted by: Eyre ni Rhuth on July 5, 2002 09:46 PMI take offense at your jab towards twister. Twister is a perfectly fine form of entertainment thank you very much.
After the whole gay culture fiasco I feel like I should be putting tags around anything I intend to be funny. But wait if I do that then people will see that I am trying to be funny but I am really not. Hmmm....dilemma.
Posted by: Michelle on July 6, 2002 08:45 AMMichelle -- the tags won't help. Some people still won't be able to relax and take a joke. Even a funny one. ;)
Posted by: Kelly on July 6, 2002 09:17 AMActually, we *did* possess a "Twister" game in my house as a kid and I *did* play from time to time. All that... twisting though... I much preferred Monopoly or Life.
Posted by: Tess on July 6, 2002 10:03 AM