Own Little World
The thing about social media that disappoints me most is that people rarely post things that make me think. For every hundred posts I see, maybe one actually makes me stop and ask questions. We’re each busy living in our own little worlds, our attentions flipping from one thing to the next, not taking the time to engage in deep thoughts or have conversations. I’m as bad or worse than everyone else when it comes to this sort of behavior. I’m more likely to post a YouTube video of The Muppets than a thoughtful paragraph on what appeals to me most about storytelling.
I wonder if all of this makes us feel a little more isolated than we would if we posted things that were honest and vulnerable. I wonder how I would go about changing this behavior in myself, and if there would be any reward for bothering.
Scrapbook Day
So, I’ve been invited to an acquaintance’s home this Saturday to do some scrapbooking. I’m a little torn, to be honest. I would like to get to know these people better, but I’m not really a scrapbooker. I can’t help but identify it as a ‘suburban mom’ hobby. While I am far more suburban that I like to admit, I’m definitely not a mom. I’m much more interested in digital photo manipulation and web design type stuff, even if it has been years since I’ve written much code. The thing is, I’d probably be decent at scrapbooking. It’s a lot like designing a website layout for a photoblog, except it’s all in paper.
I think the real reason I’m torn is because of the social interaction. Small talk with people I don’t know very well is about as fun for me as tweezing my eyebrows. But, it’s a necessity if I want to get to know them well enough to have something bigger to talk about. *sigh*
Costume
So, I’m making my Halloween costume this year! It’s not an original idea, but it’s still going to be a ton of fun, and it’s the first time I’ve really made part of one on my own.
I’m going to be a Sno-Cone. *grin* Using some white felt and a hoop from my old hoop-skirt, I’ve fashioned a ‘cone’ that will be easy to wear at work and not restrict my movement or ability to do my job. I’ve cut out the ‘Sno-Cone’ lettering from blue felt and will be gluing that on soon, probably tomorrow. I’m still trying to decide on a snowflake design to make the lettering into something resembling a proper logo. To top it off, I bought a large rainbow clown wig to act as the Sno! It’s going to be pretty awesome, if I do say so myself!
The One Where I Complain a Little…
Sometimes I don’t like being ‘sorta’ geeky. Not because I think it’s bad to be a geek – on the contrary! Geeks are wonderful! But, when you’re only ‘sorta’ anything, you don’t quite fit in on either side… a little too geeky to be normal, a bit too normal to be geeky. It results in a lot of awkwardness.
I had the pleasure of going out to an Irish pub after the SCA meeting on Wednesday. It probably wasn’t obvious to the people around me, but I had a blast listening to the stories and watching the interactions. It really made me wish I had the time, energy, and resources to be more than just ‘sorta’ geeky though. I’d probably also need to do something about my inability to quote Movies and TV shows. I’ve never had a great memory for such things, and that’s a pretty serious deficiency in some geek circles.
Also, I’m pretty good at having experiences, but I’m not very good at talking about them afterwards. I’m sure that has given many people the impression that I’m terribly boring. But, if I don’t know you well, I usually can’t find the right words. I guess I keep this a little too close to my heart: “It’s better to be thought a fool than open your mouth and remove all doubt.”
My Shampoo is Not Important
I got my hair trimmed last week. I’m not usually big on making small-talk with the stylist, and my trim was no exception. But, there’s the inevitable sales pitch near the end of the cut. ‘If you want, I could add some lowlights that would look great on you.’ and ‘We’ve got some nice shampoos on sale this week.’ I’m fine with brushing off add-on sales, but then the stylist decided to ask what kind of shampoo I use. I informed her that I often use generic shampoo, or whatever is cheap.
That answer didn’t go over very well with her.
She proceeded to ask me if I would buy a house that had a bad foundation and a leaky roof, as if to suggest that my shampoo brand has the same vital importance as the structural integrity of my home. I was so stunned I really didn’t answer her. I’m still rather baffled by the comparison. My shampoo is just not important.
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