Awkward

What an active blogger I am. Kind of.

Anyway, that post I just wrote reminded me of one of my peeves. I hate the word awkward. I really can't stand more than half the time it's used, because it's waaaaaaay overused. Yes, if something just makes everyone feel uncomfortable, and there's that silence that drags on too long, that's usually awkward.

What I hate is when people call me awkward on a regular/semiregular basis. Yes, I am a little awkward, I know it. I'm an only child, very shy at first, and I don't have the best grasp on personal boundaries. So what's the best way to find out? Test them! Be weird! (Not immediately, of course.) Let people know you're not all weird before you be all weird.

I just hate when people call me awkward, because it makes me feel like I'm being compared to someone with Tourette's, or Asperger's. I don't mean that in a mean way, like I'm better than those people, but I don't have that much trouble holding a normal conversation! Being weird doesn't always mean being awkward.

Here's a story from a few weeks ago: Molly and I went to a pro-life meeting at someone's house. (Molly's secretary of the club, I'm just there because I had nothing to do). There were some people we had never met before, since they were from a different college. Anyway, we were talking to them, and reached a lull in the conversation, and it began to turn into that part where everyone just starts nodding, and it's often hard to pull up something to talk about. So guess what I did? I took it upon myself to prevent that, and I asked, "So, does anyone have a weird allergy?" Totally weird, out of the blue question, yes, but everyone just started cracking up! Not awkward one bit!

Tah-dah, weird people can save the day! Also, am I a bad person? I feel like I put people with disorders down by accident.