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Jun. 6th, 2005 08:33 amSorry for the long silence (for me anyway), but the last week and change have been really crazy busy. More like the last three weeks, really, but it was really this last stretch that finally did the job. ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fisherbear and I realized on Saturday that we hadn't had a day without some kind of social obligation/event in over two weeks. This is extremely unusual in my life, and I find I'm not entirely cut out for it.
Perhaps it was the triple-booking (quadruple booking for me) Saturday that really brought it home. I got up early to go walking and to meet up with my parents for coffee - a pleasant habit we've fallen into on weekends, and a nice chance to catch up with my folks and get a little bit of exercise. I rushed home from walking/coffee to jump in the shower and get ready for the next event: a belated birthday brunch with humilitas (whose birthday was Friday and whose official birthday event, the Chris Thile concert on Thursday, I had to miss because (surprise!) we were already booked with another event, a lovely dinner with SoundMan and The Director). By this time I was already running a bit late, as evidenced by the fact that fisherbear and I were the last to arrive at humilitas' house. Fortunately, neither she nor A or F were in a huge hurry. We decided to go for crepes, and had a lovely meal at The Crepe Bar. After brunch, fisherbear and I rushed home to make sure our costumes were in order for the fourth scheduled event of the day, Prom, and sure enough, the bloomers for my Raggedy Jane costume needed the ruffles repaired. (The theme for Prom this year was Valley of the Childhood Dolls, and fisherbear and I were going to go in our Raggedy Jane and Jason costumes (the dolls everyone's dying to collect!) - yes, we're sick and twisted people.) After fixing the bloomers, we packed the costumes up and went off to the third event: a belated birthday barbeque with She's Jake To Me (whose birthday was also Friday) and Uncle Andrew and a passle of other cool folks. This too was running at its own pace, and somewhere around 5:30 p.m. fisherbear and I realized that not only was there was no earthly way we were going to get costumed and back to the Broadway Grill in time for Prom (at least not without missing out on most of the b-day festivities and breaking all speed limits), but that neither of us had the energy for what sounds like an absolutely fun and highly silly event. So we stayed at the barbeque and ate buffalo burgers and cake, watched small children go gaga for the ball pythons, and caught up with our friends. It was a lovely time, but when fisherbear asked me on the way home if we could avoid having even one social obligation on Sunday, I fully agreed with him. Which isn't to say that Sunday wasn't busy (it was, with lots of running around to furnishing stores and finally finding and installing blinds in the bedroom and hanging up pictures and swapping out knobs and folding laundry - the bedroom is just about done, hurrah!), but it least it was just us two. Maybe tonight we can actually just, you know, relax together or something novel like that.
Or maybe it was the realization that the best birthday present I could think of for humilitas, one of my dearest friends, was the gift of time and attention: a promise of a lunch/get together a month for the next year. Which sounds contradictory on the surface to the subject of this post, but ties in to the underlying issue with all these events: I'm trying to be in too many places at once, too many things to too many people, and consequently not doing a very good job of being much to anyone (including myself). In the words of Bilbo Baggins, I feel stretched, like butter scraped across too much bread. Better I think to participate fully in just a few social events and activities per week, than try and participate a bit in all of them and do poorly. Which is easier to say than to do, at least for me: I was left out of so many things as a geeky/unpopular kid, it's very easy for me to feel left out even now if I don't participate in something. Not to mention that if you don't go, you don't get the invite for the next time...but I think I'm going to have to learn to live with that, because I can't live very well with trying to do everything.
Hm...this requires more thought.
fisherbear and I realized on Saturday that we hadn't had a day without some kind of social obligation/event in over two weeks. This is extremely unusual in my life, and I find I'm not entirely cut out for it.Perhaps it was the triple-booking (quadruple booking for me) Saturday that really brought it home. I got up early to go walking and to meet up with my parents for coffee - a pleasant habit we've fallen into on weekends, and a nice chance to catch up with my folks and get a little bit of exercise. I rushed home from walking/coffee to jump in the shower and get ready for the next event: a belated birthday brunch with humilitas (whose birthday was Friday and whose official birthday event, the Chris Thile concert on Thursday, I had to miss because (surprise!) we were already booked with another event, a lovely dinner with SoundMan and The Director). By this time I was already running a bit late, as evidenced by the fact that fisherbear and I were the last to arrive at humilitas' house. Fortunately, neither she nor A or F were in a huge hurry. We decided to go for crepes, and had a lovely meal at The Crepe Bar. After brunch, fisherbear and I rushed home to make sure our costumes were in order for the fourth scheduled event of the day, Prom, and sure enough, the bloomers for my Raggedy Jane costume needed the ruffles repaired. (The theme for Prom this year was Valley of the Childhood Dolls, and fisherbear and I were going to go in our Raggedy Jane and Jason costumes (the dolls everyone's dying to collect!) - yes, we're sick and twisted people.) After fixing the bloomers, we packed the costumes up and went off to the third event: a belated birthday barbeque with She's Jake To Me (whose birthday was also Friday) and Uncle Andrew and a passle of other cool folks. This too was running at its own pace, and somewhere around 5:30 p.m. fisherbear and I realized that not only was there was no earthly way we were going to get costumed and back to the Broadway Grill in time for Prom (at least not without missing out on most of the b-day festivities and breaking all speed limits), but that neither of us had the energy for what sounds like an absolutely fun and highly silly event. So we stayed at the barbeque and ate buffalo burgers and cake, watched small children go gaga for the ball pythons, and caught up with our friends. It was a lovely time, but when fisherbear asked me on the way home if we could avoid having even one social obligation on Sunday, I fully agreed with him. Which isn't to say that Sunday wasn't busy (it was, with lots of running around to furnishing stores and finally finding and installing blinds in the bedroom and hanging up pictures and swapping out knobs and folding laundry - the bedroom is just about done, hurrah!), but it least it was just us two. Maybe tonight we can actually just, you know, relax together or something novel like that.
Or maybe it was the realization that the best birthday present I could think of for humilitas, one of my dearest friends, was the gift of time and attention: a promise of a lunch/get together a month for the next year. Which sounds contradictory on the surface to the subject of this post, but ties in to the underlying issue with all these events: I'm trying to be in too many places at once, too many things to too many people, and consequently not doing a very good job of being much to anyone (including myself). In the words of Bilbo Baggins, I feel stretched, like butter scraped across too much bread. Better I think to participate fully in just a few social events and activities per week, than try and participate a bit in all of them and do poorly. Which is easier to say than to do, at least for me: I was left out of so many things as a geeky/unpopular kid, it's very easy for me to feel left out even now if I don't participate in something. Not to mention that if you don't go, you don't get the invite for the next time...but I think I'm going to have to learn to live with that, because I can't live very well with trying to do everything.
Hm...this requires more thought.
