I should really write these posts on the weekend and just auto-schedule them for Monday … :-)
I’ve never been good at meeting new people. I’m too shy, too insecure, too self-conscious, too negative (about myself mostly) that it’s always been difficult, especially if I don’t know if I have anything in common with the people I meet, like at a party. I’m doing ok with meeting new people in clearly defined environments like work, because there are easy topics to talk about (work) and we all have specific roles and functions and it’s sort of premeditated. But out in the wild? Scary… And it seems to get scarier the older I get. Strange, isn’t it?
A friend of mine invited a few of her friends over for breakfast/brunch and or coffee etc. for her birthday this weekend. I really hesitated to go, because I knew I wouldn’t know anyone besides the hostess and I was scared for all the reasons above. But I went there for coffee and cake and nice chat in the afternoon anyway. Yay me! There only was one other friend because the rest of the invited folks had opted to come for breakfast/brunch earlier, so it was only one new person to meet. And we had at least one thing in common, we were both friends with the hostess. So all went well. (And I kept the judging myself during and after to a tolerable minimum. I
[Wondering about “MicroblogMondays”? Read the starting post on Mel’s blog]
I could have written this post, beginning with the note at the top (that’s what I usually go) and moving on to the social thoughts. Glad you went to the party :-)
Good for you for being brave!
From reading your blog for a while now, I knew YOU would understand :-)