Yar, social convention blows.
Apparently when people graduate from college, they send out announcements and have a party. Or something. Boyfriend and I were slightly mystified to discover this. On the whole we were not taught many social conventions. I know that you bring a gift to a person's house when you visit for the first time (formal) or during a holiday or a meal. I know that you don't wear white shoes after Labor Day. My table manners are good.
But the whole engagement party, bridal shower, house warming, baby shower, graduation party thing leaves me feeling faintly uncomfortable. Mind you, I have no problem celebrating YOUR achievements and milestones (as long as those celebrations come with clear and established instructions on how to dress and what to contribute so I don't end up looking like an ass). But to be perfectly honest, I'd be way too embarrassed to initiate something like that for myself. From where I'm standing it doesn't seem like a big deal; it's just my life.
And I do heart life. But I heart it at what could arguably be considered the same rate and inflection. Times that call for great celebration always seem anti-climactic during the process of the celebration (be it negative or positive).
Basically I like to hide in the space behind my loveseat, in front of the windows where the sunbeams are, hugging my cat, surrounded by my books and hissing warningly at any humans who try to approach. I am a solitary mongoose of joy. Ah, my happy place!
In other, less socially awkward news, the pair of local gold finches were frolicking in a street puddle again!
Also, why are the leaves on this tree turning red already?
But the whole engagement party, bridal shower, house warming, baby shower, graduation party thing leaves me feeling faintly uncomfortable. Mind you, I have no problem celebrating YOUR achievements and milestones (as long as those celebrations come with clear and established instructions on how to dress and what to contribute so I don't end up looking like an ass). But to be perfectly honest, I'd be way too embarrassed to initiate something like that for myself. From where I'm standing it doesn't seem like a big deal; it's just my life.
And I do heart life. But I heart it at what could arguably be considered the same rate and inflection. Times that call for great celebration always seem anti-climactic during the process of the celebration (be it negative or positive).
Basically I like to hide in the space behind my loveseat, in front of the windows where the sunbeams are, hugging my cat, surrounded by my books and hissing warningly at any humans who try to approach. I am a solitary mongoose of joy. Ah, my happy place!
In other, less socially awkward news, the pair of local gold finches were frolicking in a street puddle again!
Also, why are the leaves on this tree turning red already?