When I began writing this, I had planned to write an extensive recap of how I (probably) wrote off my car. Then I wrote the WARNING thing, and now I don't want to anymore. I mean, really, I've revisited the episode several times, and I'm kinda getting tired of it. Carley gives a fairly good account on her site, so I would suggest you go there.
I will say one thing, though. Fortunately (for me, probably not for her) Carley was with me at the time of the great unpleasantness. Had she not been, I probably would have, once removed from my car, wandered into opposing traffic, causing a rather gooey mess.
And, with that as an angsty prelude, we begin the whining!
I have been told by a couple of people that I'm never going to meet people if I don't put myself "out there". To which, I must say, I agree entirely. The only problem, of course, is that I don't care! Hurrah for apathy!
I have found that, when "out there", one of two things happens to me:
- I usually get lost, fall down wells, become prey for salivating wolves and witches, and generally get into all sorts of mediaeval escapades
- I look like an ass trying to avoid these escapades
On a closing note, let this not be construed as me saying I never want to go out. I do want to go out, very much. That's the problem!! I am just having trouble reconciling with a) being stood up and b) having everyone assume I'm not having a good time.
Just being out is a good time for me - I'm not that captivating, hence, I am easily captivated. Unfortunately, most people seem to assume something will either not be to my liking, or that I wouldn't be comfortable being around people I don't know.
And that rambling mess, I think, fills my angst quota for the year.