The other day at work, someone asked me if I was being grumpy. He said I should be less grumpy, because it was Friday.
I wasn’t sure how to respond. I was actually not grumpy, I was pretty relaxed, just not in the mood for small talk (am I ever?) because I had a lot of work to do. I told him I wasn’t grumpy, I was just being quiet, and I wanted to get right to it in the morning. I knew he would understand that, because he is also pretty intense about work, although more outgoing than me.
The short interaction has stuck with me though, partly because it is a good example of the moat I set up around myself with social interactions. I have isolated myself to the point where people mistake my relatively good days for anti-social behavior. I’m not sure what that says about me, or how I feel about that.
In other news:
I find it ironic that I get more hits when I don’t post. It is still pathetically few, but funny nonetheless.
Opal has been thrashing the Christmas tree, climbing through the branches and knocking off ornaments. We have a sucky artificial tree because of allergies (me and the Man-Child), but next year there will be a real tree that we cut ourselves, no matter how far we have to go to find it.
Don’t get me started on people who get pissed off about “Xmas” in place of “Christmas”. Save the drama for the Dalai Lama, and shove a Festivus Pole up your ass.
I might be making a return trip to the old hometown this summer. More on that as it becomes clearer in the future. Never say never, right?
My 9-year-old mp3 player died, so I bought my own “Xmas” present, an iPod Classic that has capacity for all my music. By all my music, I mean about 80 gigabytes’ worth, mostly rock, jazz, and classical (no country, no opera).
It is cold, not Minnesota-cold, but one local TV weatherman keeps saying “frigid”. No, sorry, frigid is single-digits or below; stop exaggerating.