How many things in my life can be summed up by that one little word? Too many, probably. But really, how would I know? Sometimes I have to stop and think “How would my life be different if I had noticed that before?” or “I wonder what I’m missing…”
I probably shouldn’t think on it too much.
But it is something I’m inflicted with. I’m usually pretty perceptive of most things, but when it comes to dealing with people and social situations I tend to miss some of the slightly important details. Take for instance: the foreign world of flirting. I’m just plain bad at it. And because I’m bad at it, I’m bad at picking up on it when it’s being directed toward me.
I don’t count shouting vulgar things and honking your horn as flirting.
I wish I lived in a Jane Austen novel.
Kibz said,
July 21, 2008 at 6:34 pm
Well crud. If shouting vulgar things and honking your horn aren’t flirting, where does this leave me?