And life goes on.
Is there something in your life that you always ignore? Whether it be a person or an event or a very regrettable hookup, there seems to always be that dreaded pink elephant in the back of the room. Is it awkward? Or is it not awkward, which strangely enough can make it more awkward? Is it a smile and a nod or simply not IMing that screenname that seems to always be online when you are.
And furthermore, what exactly constitutes awkward? Just one person that gets that get-me-out-of-here vibe? Or do both parties involved need to want to die?
I find myself in more and more of those situations lately. What does one say to that guy that you may or may not have made out with the night before? What does one do when put in a room with every boy that they've ever seen naked? (Not actually a personal experience of mine, but a roommate of mine was very recently in that very situation. And she came home busting up laughing...) What do I do when faced with the prospect of playing cards with my ex-boyfriend, sister, and best friend? Alone.
In a room.
Slightly drunk.
I suppose that it's like any other situation. You get through it, over it, under it, whatever. You always seem to come out alive, and I've never heard of someone dying of embarrassment. So you don't. You don't die, your life does not halt, and you keep on going. With a smile and a nod and a non-IM, and the hope that you're not blushing too badly.
And even if you are, you simply come home, busting up laughing, and share the story with your best friends, who are always waiting without judgment, a nice, comfy shoulder, and, sometimes, a nice, stiff drink.
And life goes on.
And furthermore, what exactly constitutes awkward? Just one person that gets that get-me-out-of-here vibe? Or do both parties involved need to want to die?
I find myself in more and more of those situations lately. What does one say to that guy that you may or may not have made out with the night before? What does one do when put in a room with every boy that they've ever seen naked? (Not actually a personal experience of mine, but a roommate of mine was very recently in that very situation. And she came home busting up laughing...) What do I do when faced with the prospect of playing cards with my ex-boyfriend, sister, and best friend? Alone.
In a room.
Slightly drunk.
I suppose that it's like any other situation. You get through it, over it, under it, whatever. You always seem to come out alive, and I've never heard of someone dying of embarrassment. So you don't. You don't die, your life does not halt, and you keep on going. With a smile and a nod and a non-IM, and the hope that you're not blushing too badly.
And even if you are, you simply come home, busting up laughing, and share the story with your best friends, who are always waiting without judgment, a nice, comfy shoulder, and, sometimes, a nice, stiff drink.
And life goes on.