Ever since high school, I’ve always been easygoing and get along with lots of people. But every so often when a scandalous story is being told, I’m shooed away in a would be casual and funny way. It really and truly does not seem to be mean-spirited, but it still happens well into my adulthood.
Not that I don’t hear scandalous stories. People are pretty open with me. But when I tell them my sad dating history of four that never went past the third date, or that I’ve never smoked, or they see me drink anywhere from 1-3 drinks with a shot occasionally, it seems like I hear their stories less and less. Hanging out with people outside work or other settings seems to make us a not as close.
To clarify, I never tell anyone’s secrets or repeat what I hear, and I’m not a grandma. Drink what you want, I don’t care! I make the choices I make because of my own family history, and personal reasons.
Like the fact that alcohol makes my breath smell bad and cigarette smoke gets caught in my hair, messing up my hair washing schedule and giving me frizzies.
So: Are people uncomfortable with me? Are you guys uncomfortable with me? And why?
I’m cool. Honest!