Saturday, December 19, 2015

Somebody Cares

So those two girls had it right. Who knew? I'm socially awkward. At the neighbors' holiday party last night I couldn't help notice. Everyone found a small group to chat with. The groups would shift, merge and folks would move in and out. I would find myself standing on the periphery of one small circle, then another, waiting for an opportunity to say something.

Don't misunderstand. These were the nicest people that you can imagine. Friendly. Polite. They were in the holiday spirit.

When I claim that rock'n'roll saved me, I'm not kidding.

Oh, I possess social skills. I just have trouble using them. I know which fork to use. I walk on the outside of the lady on the sidewalk. I know not to shake the Queen's hand. 

Maybe I get up at 2:30 in the morning because I have things to tell you and I missed my chance in person. I love you.

1 comment:

  1. Socially awkward and not being any good at small talk are two different things. People at parties don't want to talk about anything important. Suffered an intervention just last weekend attempting some Trump straightening. Can't talk football, hockey or American Idol. Back to the outside of the circle with nothing but ears. We love you too, Ronny.. :-)