
It's been a loopy morning here in my house.
I have a tag on my blog reader called "shits and giggles", for some reason, this fact alone struck me as funny - so much so that my 4 year old asked me why I was laughing so hard. I also find it far too funny that the leading headline in my shits and giggles category this morning is a blog post titled "motherfucker" and lands directly under a blog post titled "how to win friends and influence people". I fear I'm pissing God off more than what is necessary to be struck with lightning.It also occurred to me that my children use the same concerned tone asking "what's wrong?" both when I laugh and cry. I'm not sure whether this is a commentary on how I sound when I laugh and cry or that I do both so infrequently that they're not really sure what's happening to me.
I love this blog and this post is one I can relate to in every way...esp. the list list. LOL
How can I let the introvert in my life know that I support him and respect his choice? First, recognize that it's not a choice. It's not a lifestyle. It's an orientation.
Second, when you see an introvert lost in thought, don't say "What's the matter?" or "Are you all right?"
Third, don't say anything else, either.
I love this. My husband and I are both introverts but learned to fit into an extrovert's world when we were in church ministry. Now that we're not doing that anymore, we're rediscovering ourselves and in the process finding a lot of freedom (as well as increased frustration and angst lol)
Me: (tries to visit a local restaurant’s website via iPhone)
Restaurant website: I require Flash. Fuck off.
Me: I just want to know how late you’re open.
Website: Nope.
Me: But I’m on my phone. Don’t you have a little “HTML Version” link up in the corner or something?
Website: I’m ignoring you.
Me: What if I’m on my phone because I’m out, looking for a place to eat? Didn’t that ever occur to you?
Website: Fuck entirely off.
Me: (gives up, switches to computer)
Website: Oh! Hi! What can I help you with today?
Me: What are your —
Website: Hang on, I’m loading the music.
Me: Really.
Website: You’ll love it. It’s “Girl from Ipanema” arranged for steel drum and keytar.
Me: No, you don’t have to —
Website: Loading…
Me: All I want is —
Website: I SAID DOT DOT DOT.
Me: (drums fingers on desk)
Website: There we go. Isn’t that nice? It’s… what’s the word. Ethnicky.
Me: What are your hours?
Website: Take a look at our menu! It’s a PDF of a screenshot of a scan of a Word document printed on a dishtowel. With fonts!
Me: I don’t care. What are your hours?
Website: Don’t worry, the menu loads in a new window so the music won’t stop. Can I show you some broken images?
Me: What. Are. Your. Hou. Rs.
Website: I… I don’t know.
Me: (goes to Denny’s)