Hee. I think there's an implied "on my radio/stereo/iPod" in there somewhere.

Hee. I think there's an implied "on my radio/stereo/iPod" in there somewhere.

I prefer to think of your ex-fiance as a drag queen performing off-broadway as Patsy Cline.

smonster monster meara!

But seriously, I'm an extrovert and even I am with some regularity in the midst of a party or bar thinking "why is everyone else having more fun? They're talking to each other cause they like each other more than me. I don't belong here and Clearly am ridiculous and awkward and making a fool of myself and they only pity me". And then I end up making out with people. What can I say?

Uh. I'm meara, shocker. I think I've shared this with some of you before, but one of the reasons I dance so much at the Prom is because it saves me from having to interact with people. Also, Madison f2f (me, not you).

WindSparrow, a song or prayer would be perfect. Hmm. I bet I've got something in one of my buddhist books... will check.

On particularly challenging days at work, I will go to the bathroom splash my face and wash my hands and do that. It helps me.

Ah, if only I had a bathroom. Or running water.

What did I *do*? Oh God, what did I *say*? - comes back and bites me later.

Ahaha Seattle f2f (me, not you).

Me too! it's why I often room alone at the F2F. I love you all, but when I need to be alone, I NEED to be alone. I get cranky otherwise (apologies to my awesome roommates in Seattle, juliana and smonster for when I just got super bitchy and sensitive out of nowhere).

I have... absolutely no memory of this. I just remember being embarrassingly sick and hungover and oh so grateful to have somewhere to crash for the day and eat my $10 bagel with peanut butter.

I'm a huge extrovert who loves having people around me most of the time,

You know, this is going to sound crazy, but I'm not sure I knew that. I thought you were more of an introvert. I mean, I know I knew your MBTI at one point but I've forgotten.

but who also just happens to have the occasional panic attack and the occasional seizure, so my brain is an unpredictable and messy mine field, both in the emotional and physical sense. Thankfully, both of these happen very infrequently in the grand scheme of things. Unfortunately, there are Buffistas who have been privy to each, which I feel the irrational desire to apologize for, and also cringe over.

Girl, you've seen me at my worst in so many ways. I know it's irrational, but really - that's what friends are for.

Anon I will share about my day, but first I must eat more. Still hungry. It was relatively calm.

I have an ex friended on Facebook. I was trying to explain while we were on the phone that we were actual friends and had no need to be Facebook friends. But then I couldn't find his brother and the logic guy explained this was simpler. Now I'm trying to decide if I can defriend. I got the link I was looking for, after all. This was simpler before. When we were friends but not Facebook friends.

I prefer to think of your ex-fiance as a drag queen performing off-broadway as Patsy Cline.

It's a crowd-pleaser, for sure.

Re the social discussion, I am of course an introvert. I once went to some Myer-Briggs thing, they split the group into the introverts and extraverts for some sort of problem-solving exercise; even in this group I was the one hanging onto the wall. I tend to be happiest in groups up to the size of a D&D game (I'm sure it's just a coincidence).

I had a great time at the DC F2F, but I'm defintiely on the side of those who require their social space to be equipped with nerd cocoons. (In my case it's the rest rooms, which have the advantages of being relatively ubiquitous and equipped with lockable doors. The decor generally leaves something to be desired, but I have been pleasantly surprised on occasion.)

I prefer to think of your ex-fiance as a drag queen performing off-broadway as Patsy Cline.

I think I might, too. He was such a conflicted little bi-boy. If it wasn't for the fact I know he didn't have much of a singing voice and a foxtrot to Patsy was about the extent of his dancing skills, he was enough of a drama queen to have become a drag queen later in life.

require their social space to be equipped with nerd cocoons. (In my case it's the rest rooms, which have the advantages of being relatively ubiquitous and equipped with lockable doors. The decor generally leaves something to be desired, but I have been pleasantly surprised on occasion.)

Nerd cocoons, love. But actually - I think this is part of why I find it hard to give up smoking (and maybe a good bit of why I started in the first place). It's a five-minute out from social situations that you can call on at any time and doesn't require explanation.

It also tends, or used to tend, to cut down a group of thirty to a more managable size. You head for where the smokers are, suddenly you've got a group of four or five that you can talk to, rather than being standing lost in a room full of people you need to work up a reason to approach if you don't want to stand there aimlessly like a freaky loser.

I have ex boyfriends on facebook, but basically only one ever interacts with me, and that's to make commentary on my football picks.

But actually - I think this is part of why I find it hard to give up smoking (and maybe a good bit of why I started in the first place). It's a five-minute out from social situations that you can call on at any time and doesn't require explanation.

My mother used to announce that she was going outside to do drugs.

Being a high-maintenance gothy type, I can always excuse myself to go reapply lipstick.