Prompts for me?
We got a fair amount of work done on the gazebo the last two weekends. My camera battery seems to have conked out, though, so I I need to replace it to take pictures.
Kathy and I have decided that we have to gird our loins and make a concerted effort to meet new people. I suck at meeting new people. But it's getting to be a necessity. I have been thinking seriously about the possibility of moving up to Washington when Mom passes away, just because we now have more family and friends up there than we do in Phoenix. Unfortunately I don't think it's financially feasible, and Kathy's job is an issue.
Yes, I would rather move to another state than face the horror of... DUN DUN DUN...Making Friends.
I have never been any good at making friends. I was not an isolated or bullied child; I got along fine with most of my classmates. I had friendly acquaintances at school, and Girl Scouts, and church. But I never had, you know, friends of the sort you read about in books, until I got into college, and got into fandom. As an adult, I got along fine with everyone at work, too, but I would watch in furtive amazement as they casually mentioned going to each other's houses or out for drinks or whatever. How they heck did they do it? Just ask people over? What if the people said no? None of them ever asked me, so obviously I must give off anti-friend vibes of some kind.
When I made friends it was usually because someone saw a story or a drawing I did, and liked it. So deep inside I'm convinced that people only like me if I'm writing or drawing something they want. If I'm not producing entertaining content, then I'm just an awkward, annoying weirdo whom no one in their right mind would want to hang out with. The more rational portions of my mind occasionally suggest that perhaps this is not the case, but pffft, what does it know? Which leads conveniently into:
What the Hell Should Barb Write For Seasonal Spuffy? I got nothin', people, so give me some prompts, pleeeeeease!
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Kathy and I have decided that we have to gird our loins and make a concerted effort to meet new people. I suck at meeting new people. But it's getting to be a necessity. I have been thinking seriously about the possibility of moving up to Washington when Mom passes away, just because we now have more family and friends up there than we do in Phoenix. Unfortunately I don't think it's financially feasible, and Kathy's job is an issue.
Yes, I would rather move to another state than face the horror of... DUN DUN DUN...Making Friends.
I have never been any good at making friends. I was not an isolated or bullied child; I got along fine with most of my classmates. I had friendly acquaintances at school, and Girl Scouts, and church. But I never had, you know, friends of the sort you read about in books, until I got into college, and got into fandom. As an adult, I got along fine with everyone at work, too, but I would watch in furtive amazement as they casually mentioned going to each other's houses or out for drinks or whatever. How they heck did they do it? Just ask people over? What if the people said no? None of them ever asked me, so obviously I must give off anti-friend vibes of some kind.
When I made friends it was usually because someone saw a story or a drawing I did, and liked it. So deep inside I'm convinced that people only like me if I'm writing or drawing something they want. If I'm not producing entertaining content, then I'm just an awkward, annoying weirdo whom no one in their right mind would want to hang out with. The more rational portions of my mind occasionally suggest that perhaps this is not the case, but pffft, what does it know? Which leads conveniently into:
What the Hell Should Barb Write For Seasonal Spuffy? I got nothin', people, so give me some prompts, pleeeeeease!
Rants Talk to me