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