Awkward is My Specialty...What's YOURS?
Listen, usually awkwardness isn’t something to brag about, but here I go anyway. I. am. awkward. Sometimes I present myself well and other times I go into a meeting with peanut butter on my shirt, trip over my laptop bag, and fall into the lap of some poor unsuspecting person who now has to assess the situation and choose how to respond. Can we recover? Do we make direct eye contact? Should this conversation have been an email instead? Probably.
Sometimes I go in for a hug when the other person goes in for a hand shake.
Sometimes I dance too wildly that I don’t realize that the lining of my dress has gone up past my baby-got-back booty.
Sometimes I sing out loud in public bathrooms, hallways, or other places with inexplicably great acoustics.
Sometimes I burst into tears in public because crying is my medium response to almost any situation, good or bad.
And sometimes, I have a little problem with bladder control (thanks, kids!) so that several of my stories actually start or end with, “I peed my pants a little.”
Oh, and I’m an over-sharer. So even if you don’t want to know what just happened to me, you will be on the receiving end of whatever weird news is headlining my life that day.