Not quite, actually.
The title of the post, I mean.
I actually amuse myself too much, enjoy my solitude perhaps to detriment.
What I actually mean is this...
On paper, I am boring. I am unrecognizable.
This isn't, upon reflection, a recent problem.
I decided to strike out a bit this week, to make an effort to jump into some social groups. Not working really, really limits one's social choices. I joined a few groups on Meetup. One is for plus size folks in this area. They seem like a nice diverse group. I can't seem to get to their social events for awhile yet, and most of them are about an hour away (ah, the drawback of a major metropolitan area).
Another is a parent's group. They have a breakfast in a few weeks that I am going to.
In the meantime, I took to good ole' Craigslist to mine the friend field for some nuggets of gold. After all, I was on there anyway trying to sell some small appliances. So I see, in the "Strictly Platonic" section, a woman around my age and around my area. She likes to craft and go thrifting- great, me too!
So, I craft a reply. And as I lay my life out on the screen, I seem so alien. I am someone that I wouldn't have recognized 10 years ago...
Mother of two kids and two cats
Currently a stay-at-home mom
Hanging with my kids!!!
Trying to find a job!!!
Watching episodes of Buffy as I breast-feed!!!
Wow! I'm so boring that I would never friend myself.
There is so much more to me than that. Or, at least, there used to be.
I need to meet that girl again.