Is it better to be silent, or mutter incessant awkward phrases? I wish I could say that I'm the former, but being as it may, I hate awkward silences, now there's an oxymoron, so I choose to be the latter. That's right, I'm the queen of saying awkward things just to fill the space in a verbal continuum that exists among normal, non-anxiety ridden people.
Imagine this, you like a person, a lot. BUT, instead of being a normal single twentysomething ( I love spelling that out, like it's a club you have to sign up for). Okay, so instead of being a normal single twentysomething, you revert to being the awkard 6th grader that you were at the sock hop- yes, I said sock hop. Deal with it. I find myself saying stupid things and telling stupid stories to make everyone else around me laugh. The result? Stories that just make me look plain stupid, and just plain awkward.
Webster's dictionary categorizes awkward-ness as UNGAINLY and lacking GRACE. Well I laugh in the face of awkwardness, I'm naming my first daughter Grace, just so her name answers any lingering questions.
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