Hello and welcome to the last week of the A to Z Challenge, the one featuring all the difficult letters of the alphabet. Today, we give the stage to the letter U. I’ve decided to do a personal post on what makes me uncomfortable.
I’ll start by confessing that I am not, and never have been, a real “people” person. I’m uncomfortable in crowds, especially when I’m sober and everyone else has had more alcohol than they should have. I’m a first class introvert and just because I live with an extrovert doesn’t mean I’ve adapted to his preferences.
Crowds inevitably lead to my next uncomfortable point, people invading my personal space. I’m not a touchy-feely person. I don’t appreciate strangers kissing me as it that’s perfectly fine. We used to go out each year to New Year’s Eve parties. The worst part was always midnight when anyone and everyone decided it was okay to swap spit with me. No matter how often I tried to offer a cheek, I inevitably got stranger drool on me. Don’t get me wrong. I have no problem kissing my friends and family, I just dislike having strangers get overly friendly that way, and by strangers I mean everyone I don’t consider a close friend. Just because you know my husband, my kids, my parents, or the neighbors doesn’t make you my friend.
Another thing that makes me uncomfortable is small talk. Why? Because I suck at it. I’m terrified my opinions on religion, politics, someone’s size ot wardrobe, food choices, child-rearing preferences, or whatever will offend someone. The only good thing about being at a party in a bar is that the loud music makes that kind of situation difficult–but house parties? Shoot me now. Do you want to talk about my books, my writing or my grandkids, fine. I can go on for hours, but anything else … not so much.
So, what makes me uncomfortable? Many things that others enjoy, but the bottom line, everyone is uncomfortable about something.
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