I’m 25. Can you believe it? Why am I a loser you ask? I got more Happy Birthdays in my inbox from people I didn’t know than I got phone calls and cards this year. I have become far too caught up in this internet game. Losing my social skills, I have really. I’m fine at work. But church and other normal everyday activities not so much. Previously, I had attributed it to the fact that I don’t have my children at work and so I can hold a normal conversation. However at church or everywhere else I can’t hold one as I’m always worried about what my children are going to do next (I’m sure it seems like I don’t care to the people I’m talking to). But now, I’m thinking maybe it has to do with a self-imposed lack of opportunities to fine tune my interpersonal communication skills (wow did that last sentence sound like I whipped it out of college textbook or what).
Happy, happy birthday!!!!
Don’t worry about feeling weird and not fitting in. I felt that way when I moved to Washington. For the first year here I didn’t even have friends from church. I had three friends who were all 10-15 years older than I that I met taking walks around the neighborhood with Sam. It took me years of trying to understand why it was that I didn’t fit in. Now I don’t care. I’m really busy and I could care less what others think of me.
I love the internet. Except for the gospel, I have more in common with women on the internet than I do here locally. Sad when I think about it, but really I don’t think about it so it’s not all that sad. 😉
Don’t think you’re a loser. Wish you would move back so I could hang out with a super cool mommy chick!! Hear that Steven! Wish you’d move back!!! I’ll make you that pizza you liked so much! You’d have plenty of free babysitters. Hmm….what else. I’m sure I can think of more.
Diddo to Sarah’s blog except moving back there; we would prefer you moving back to Washington as we could spoil our grandkids more!
Loser; not so!! You are the coolest Hawaiian I know, and us mainlanders think you are the best. Happy Birthday again; add this to the two phone calls and one email you got from us.
We love you and Steven and Seporah and Felicity more than you know…
Dad