Last night, as my husband and I were laying in bed, he turned to me and said, "You know, you really should start a blog." I told him that blogging wasn't really my thing. In fact, since entering motherhood and suburbia and the South and my thirties, I have discovered that there are a number of areas of life which I would classify as "not really my thing."
For instance, I don't like to answer the phone or call anyone. I can't exactly point back to a specific time when this phobia started. I do remember anxiously waiting by the phone as a teenager for someone or anyone to call, so it must be something I've acquired in my adult years. This used to be a major source of contention when my family decided that they wanted to order pizza for delivery. Because, you see, it used to be that you couldn't simply go on to papajohns.com and interact with just your computer (as it should be). You used to have to call and talk to someone - someone that you didn't know - and you had to tell them that you wanted pizza - and then you had to get all specific about toppings and sizes and such. It just seemed like such an invasion. So wrong.
And then there is my little problem with names. After teaching school for a decade plus and changing students every 3 months, I can no longer remember anyone's name. And when I do remember a name, I place it with the wrong last name. I can't even keep my kid's names straight and there are only three of them. Dale Carnegie would not be impressed.
But, as I thought of all of these things that "aren't really my thing", I realized that I do most of them anyway. Much to my chagrin, I still use the phone - probably even daily. I still attempt to address people by their name. I even partake in many of the social niceties of the South, though this part has become strictly academic for me. So, why not blog?
4 comments:
I'm so proud of you! Yay blogging!
I hate the phone too and will do almost anything to avoid answering it. I blame the phobia on working at social services for 3 years.
Wow, a special blog for me. I suppose that I must leave a comment then. Good job. Grasshopper cookies are the best. And at least your book didn't smell of marijuana smoke cause then you would have been teary eyed and high. But then again that could have increased the enjoyment of the book.
I also thought blogging wasn't my thing. They Daniel threw up on the dentist (they gagged him with one of those cotton rolls) and since I couldn't laugh at him and make him feel bad, I found I needed a forum where I could laugh at the whole thing. I've since learned to love it. However, I still totally agree with you about the phone thing.
By the way, your sister Christina is in our ward. I get to be her visiting teacher and have already told her not to expect much in the way of actual planned visits! :-)
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