Tuesday, September 2, 2014

Find A Mate, Replicate, Isolate (Story Of My Life)

Well, that was worth the price of the paper today. I have often said that I am not Super Woman but instead am Barely Adequate Woman.
Now I'll add Dilbert's caveat, "As long as I avoid contact with others."

Probably been doing a little too thorough of a job of that recently.

The last social encounter I had was serving tasty snacks to three men watching a football game and that's a pretty loose definition of "social encounter."

I haven't even run into Bubba or the Sheik or Ms. Liola on my walks recently.

Okay, I did eat popcorn with Owen yesterday. Does that count?

How can you tell the difference between social anxiety, just loving your home too much to leave it, and/or being anti-social? Well, and let's throw just being a crazy fucking hermit in there too.

I should probably see if the truck stop would let me come down there and work a few shifts every week just so I'd be forced to talk to people.
Okay. That's not gonna happen.

I better get myself to town. Go talk to the people in the feed store about the various chicken waterers.
Here I go.

Love...Barely Adequate Woman


  1. Mary!!! You are one of the loveliest, kindest, humble, most intelligent and loved people I (sorta) know. You are most definitely not "merely adequate"! But I know you won't believe me... not today, anyway. Just keep putting one foot in front of the other. Sending you hugs and kisses x

  2. Being pregnant has forced me to talk to a lot more people than I normally do. At least the small talk is about something I care about - the baby. Small talk about the weather or the broken elevator or the construction on the street outside makes me so uncomfortable sometimes! I'll miss how easy it is to talk about the belly.

  3. There is nothing wrong with being anti-social or a hermit. I know cause I am. both. it's why I work at the antique store once a week, to have some sort of contact with other human beings but I probably wouldn't miss it if I stopped.

  4. If it weren't for work, I would probably never leave the house. I wouldn't call it being antisocial or agoraphobic, I just prefer to be here than anyplace else.

  5. I don't think there's anything wrong with not wanting to leave your home. For awhile I thought I was an introvert but lately I've realized I might be downright anti social. I call myself a lone wolf and just accept it. The comic is awesome. So are you.

  6. Dear B.A. W.,

    You are more than adequately good at a b-jillion things.
    I understand though. I used to force myself to go to the movies alone late at night post divorce. I counted "One, please," as a conversation with another human being.


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