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pantryslut) wrote2009-04-02 10:13 am
pantryslut) wrote2009-04-02 10:13 am
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Just For The Social Record
For the record, I am a good listener and super curious about everything and always want to hear all about it. This is why LJ has been so very good to me.
However, I am also shy, so how/when to ask the questions to start these convos often escapes me.
Sorry.
To top off this little social sundae, I was raised by wolves...er, by graduate students who were too busy raising four kids plus pursuing their theses to actually, you know, have any friends. (At least once they stopped smoking pot.)* So I really have no idea how to make polite conversation. Even sincere polite conversation, much less small talk. I wasn't acculturated into any form or style of interaction. I wasn't acculturated at all...
I'm really good at answering questions, though, if that helps. And no subject of conversation is ever inappropriate around me :)
* Which happened, at my best estimates, around when my brother was born, so I was six. I was young enough and they were circumspect enough that I don't actually have any memories of them indulging, only circumstantial evidence. And a cute anecdote about my dad's hospital intake and my mom's shame, but even that's second-hand.
However, I am also shy, so how/when to ask the questions to start these convos often escapes me.
Sorry.
To top off this little social sundae, I was raised by wolves...er, by graduate students who were too busy raising four kids plus pursuing their theses to actually, you know, have any friends. (At least once they stopped smoking pot.)* So I really have no idea how to make polite conversation. Even sincere polite conversation, much less small talk. I wasn't acculturated into any form or style of interaction. I wasn't acculturated at all...
I'm really good at answering questions, though, if that helps. And no subject of conversation is ever inappropriate around me :)
* Which happened, at my best estimates, around when my brother was born, so I was six. I was young enough and they were circumspect enough that I don't actually have any memories of them indulging, only circumstantial evidence. And a cute anecdote about my dad's hospital intake and my mom's shame, but even that's second-hand.
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I got knit things from my mother's graduate students for the twins, and I can't imagine this would be *more* weird :)
Where did we meet?
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Will keep you in mind next time I am inspired to knit baby-sized (and twice!) and thank you for indulging me. Sometimes the baby patterns are just so darn cute.
Where did we meet. Well, back in ancient history (aka the early nineties), I read all the queer perv zines and went to bunches of readings and such. There was enough superficial resemblance between us (glasses and haircut + fat, mostly) that I would occasionally be mistaken for you, and I recall speaking to you once at some event ("in the mission" is about as specific as I can get) about how we really don't look alike at all...
then I got distracted by the internet, moved 2 hours away from the city, got involved in an all-consuming relationship and didn't see anyone for a decade. So I'm pretty sure I'm just a stranger on the street to you, though we know tons of folk in common.
Next time I see you in public I promise to suck up my own shyness and say "hey".