first of many
I’m going to post about several things today, I know, don’t faint Mike.
My nephews bar mitzvah was last night, and I have to tell you, I was seriously dreading it. Not because of the occassion or anyone there, I’m finding as I get older that I’m almost anxious before any social occassion. Not hide in a corner anxious, but definitely ‘I don’t want to go and it would be easier if I just stayed home and watched movies all night’ anxious.
That being said, we all got ready drove to Philly and all four of us had a really good time. Which I knew we would. So why was I anxious?
Am I becoming that grumpy old uncle that ‘hates these things’, or just completely anti-social?
The funny thing is, I can get along with anyone, pull anyone into a conversation, and have a good time with most groups of people. So what’s my deal?
Not sure, that’s why I’m blogging about it. Tends to help me gets my thoughts together. We had a great time dancing with the kids and each other, catching up with all of Fae’s family, and just having a nice night out. Again, which I knew we would.
Anyway, I think just realizing that its happening and going anyway helps. Its not like I wouldn’t have gone, and I’m glad because my nephew did beautifully.
December 8th, 2008 at 2:54 pm
You and I are alike in that matter. I can go into a room and start a conversation or get involved with just about anyone. My wife always marvels at how I do this. She says I should be in sales. Since I’m losing my job I may need to start looking that way.
But I think it the effort we need to put into this is why we don’t look forward to them. We love it once we get into the party mood, its just the effort to get into the mood. At least for me…
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December 8th, 2008 at 6:36 pm
My husband is totally like that, too, even though he is very social. It’s almost like it’s become part of a tradition; his saying, “Do I have to go?” or “I’m not feeling so good. Why don’t you go without me?” It’s just silly. At least there’s alcohol at most of these gatherings; he survives okay
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