Originally posted on Saturday, June 12, 2010 at 3:01pm ·
I've recently had the great pleasure
of observing two diametrically opposed socially awkward children. Siblings, a
younger boy and an older girl, but they couldn't be more different except in
their adorable oddness. The girl is so painfully shy that if you're talking to
her but she doesn't know you, or feel comfortable with you, she just pretends
you're not there. Juli was talking to her, specifically addressing her by name,
and the little girl just dutifully ate her french toast until my sister Serena
asked her the same question, to which she responded. The little boy is very
talkative, but he's excited about almost everything. He followed Steph upstairs
and he said, " It's the stairs!!!" He closed himself in the pantry
and then invited Serena in and chattered away about how dark the pantry was.
Granted, he's three years old but still, talk about adorably odd.
Sometimes my genetic wittiness is a gift, like then. Sometimes though, it's a curse, because it causes lots of "OH NO! Quick! Reel it back in!" moments. Like this one time a girl was responding to a friend and said, "Ha, I know, I'm so funny... funny looking!" She was the only one who chuckled at all in response to her own remark. So she said that to a guy nearby, "Ha, I guess nobody heard what I said. I said I was funny, funny looking. Nobody must have heard me." Before I could stop it, "Or their just silently agreeing with you, that's a possibility," spilled out of my mouth. The one other person who heard smiled to himself.
Also, not too far back, a coworker and I were cleaning a cabin and suddenly I ran out on the porch, grabbed the broom, shook it and said, "HEY!" My coworker thought I was crazy, and my explanation that there had been a raccoon on our porch didn't clarify my behavior. That is, not until she suddenly ran out on the porch and did the same thing, 'cause the trash mongrel came back. That same day we checked in with our supervisor, "Hey, how are the other teams doing?" "Alright, but you won, you guys definitely won." My coworker came back inside and we both went, "yay, we won.....?" Come to find out we'd just missed the announcement that a race was on, and we had won movie tix for working so hard and getting done first. Score. Those are saved for Scott Pilgrim vs The World. ZAP!
Sometimes my genetic wittiness is a gift, like then. Sometimes though, it's a curse, because it causes lots of "OH NO! Quick! Reel it back in!" moments. Like this one time a girl was responding to a friend and said, "Ha, I know, I'm so funny... funny looking!" She was the only one who chuckled at all in response to her own remark. So she said that to a guy nearby, "Ha, I guess nobody heard what I said. I said I was funny, funny looking. Nobody must have heard me." Before I could stop it, "Or their just silently agreeing with you, that's a possibility," spilled out of my mouth. The one other person who heard smiled to himself.
Also, not too far back, a coworker and I were cleaning a cabin and suddenly I ran out on the porch, grabbed the broom, shook it and said, "HEY!" My coworker thought I was crazy, and my explanation that there had been a raccoon on our porch didn't clarify my behavior. That is, not until she suddenly ran out on the porch and did the same thing, 'cause the trash mongrel came back. That same day we checked in with our supervisor, "Hey, how are the other teams doing?" "Alright, but you won, you guys definitely won." My coworker came back inside and we both went, "yay, we won.....?" Come to find out we'd just missed the announcement that a race was on, and we had won movie tix for working so hard and getting done first. Score. Those are saved for Scott Pilgrim vs The World. ZAP!
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