Saturday January 10 I taught my Saturday class and for some time after that was bouncing off the walls. The slightly-hypomanic pos-teaching high wore off quickly and I settled back into a minor funk.
Sunday stuff happened and I was socially responsible and attended meeting and did some volunteer work for my kids' school. Where I talked to new people that I had never met before.
I noticed something about the nature of my "small talk." And it is not going to paint me in a very positive light, I'm afraid.
I have very little interest in talking about the whether and football scores and umm... fashion and barbecue? Crap. I don't even know. I don't want to ask strangers about stuff that I just don't care about. And I don't like getting my information in little snips.
Where did you go to school?
Oh, that's interesting. Did you play any sports there?
I like soccer too. Say, what do you think of the funding cuts to school athletic departments.
Yeah, a real shame.
I like getting my information in stories.
When I was in high school I played soccer on the Junior Varsity team even when I was a senior. It was something I loved doing, but I was always just on the good side of mediocre. My senior year we had a male coach who had never coached a girl's team before. We didn't realize that was a problem until our first game. We played a terrible first half. At the break, the coach yelled at us and told us how terrible we looked out there. He said we were falling apart and there was no way we could beat this team the way we were playing. We were pathetic. To his shock we went out on the field and finished the game in truly miserable fashion. And a few of us even burst into tears at his tirade. This was not what had happened when he gave the same "inspirational" speeches to his boys' teams. They got mad, went out to prove him wrong, and won the game.
So because I don't ask the little questions and most people don't launch into stories, I talk WAAAAAY more than anyone else. The best defense is a good offense, I guess. And it is once again the all-or-nothing me. Either I sit in a corner and say nothing, or I just can't shut up.
Grateful Crap: something or other
went to meeting
talked to people (even if I felt like kind of a jackass)
took meds (only I forgot to take them in the morning-- so I took the venlafaxine at night)
Quaker, teacher, parent,