I got tired and distracted last night and this morning I realized that I completely forgot to post anything.
Last night I was in a 2-10 spot in 4 house. Just me and Gums and Sgt Duck. It was Gums first time at running a bubble and he was slow as hell about it, which was a little frustrating.
But I figured the best thing to do was be patient and let him get some experience. I do suspect that some of his awkwardness was that he was being purposefully obstinate in hopes we would get fed up and take over for him.
That didn't work. Duck said he was running the bubble and that was that.
We survived. It's all good.
I have come to the conclusion that I am socially schizophrenic. Or something weird and pshrinky like that. Don't know if there's a clinical label for it.
When I'm at work, I try to be friendly to everybody I meet. Well....... mostly everybody, anyway. There are a few people there (as far as staff goes) that I try to avoid spending time with at all costs.
But for the most part I tend to be very gregarious and sociable as much as I can. I would say without hesitation that when I am at work I have at least a hundred real good friends. I would happily work and chat and spend eight or more hours with at least 99% of my co-workers and have a real good time about it.
Hell, I've even been known to spend an extra hour hanging out in the parking lot after just to shoot the breeze and decompress a little bit. Really need that some days.
But once I drive out of the lot everything changes.
Once I get home and change into my "civilian" clothes, I become a hermit.
I'm off in my own little world doing my own little things and I don't want to see or talk to anybody unless I really have to. I rarely get out and when I do it's to get what I need and go right back into my comfort zone.
I don't go hang out in the clubs and bars where I know alot of my friends go. Tonight is the prison Christmas party in town and I'm not going there either. I detest crowds and I don't like being around people who have had too much to drink (being a semi-reformed drinker) and I sure as hell aint gonna willingly go into a crowd of drinkers for amusement.
I'd dive into a crowd of inmates to stop an assault but I wouldn't walk into a crowd of partiers to say hello to somebody.
Alot of folks at work know where I live and a few have stopped by now and then. I always welcome them with a smile and enjoy the visit.
But it's strange having other people in my house. And especially after this last debacle with the foster kids (which is over and will never never be repeated in my lifetime) I've grown increasingly uncomfortable with people in my house.
I wonder now and then if I should talk to somebody about that or if it's natural.
For now, I'm just going to go with it. It's quiet in here and I like it.
According to the list, today is National Noodle Ring Day. I guess we all better have Spaghetti-O's for dinner. And tomorrow is Ding-A-Ling Day. Boy, I know a boatload of those! I guess it's their day.
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