Thursday Thirteen number two


After reading a post by one of my newest victims recent blog finds The Fount Of Useless Knowledge (clearly a dorkblogger’s wet dream)(Trixiestalking has all kinds of fringe benefits!) I came up with this week’s idea.

Thirteen of my dorkier social phobias

1. Calling my friends. Two phobias here. One, something will happen and I will have to cut them off while they are talking. Two, I will interrupt them and they will be distracted and off-track all day.
2. Speaking to my neighbors. I LOVE my neighbors but the attached garage is really the best thing that ever happened to me. I stress so bad about those interactions. Like what if we are both in the yard and we start chatting? Do we keep chatting until we go back in the house? Do we continue to greet each other while we do our own separate thing? Do I acknowledge the day you drove past and saw my kid peeing off the front porch with my encouragement in broad daylight?
3. Dropping the kids off at daycare. Hey lady with the associate’s degree and no children? Please stop judging me. Punctuality is the sign of a weak mind.
4. Calling the dr. for prescription refills. Cognitively, I realize that the doctor does not think Im a junkie for celexa but what if it developed street value? And if she really thought I needed it wouldn’t she call me back into the office?
5. Becoming too familiar at business establishments. This isn’t actually irrational. Henry the drive thru attendant at arby’s was sending all kinds of non-verbal disapproval signals when I showed up three days in a row ordering adventure meals for the kids lunch. Are my kids eating just as much fast food? Sadly yes. Have I spent my money at arby’s since? Well no.
6. Interactive restaurants. I am ashamed for all of us when they start singing in unison.
7. Writing checks. I feel like Im sucking up valuable line time from other patrons. And something about the whole check writing process feels a little fraudulent to me. Like I just sign my name on this little piece of paper with sponge bob characters on it and you are going to give me all these groceries. So you say…
8. Ringing doorbells and knocking on doors. Like maybe I just shouldn’t be there if you aren’t waiting at the door for me.
9. Calling the doctor for the children. They always ask questions I never think of finding answers to until Ive already called. So I lie. Then I fear getting caught in the lie. So I develop all these weird little side stories. My relationship with my kids’ health is way more dysfunctional than it should be.
10. Dealing with delivery or repair people. I have never had a repair person in my home that didn’t involve me milling pointlessly around the room trying not to be invasive while remaining available for questions.
11. The express lane. What if they count the bananas as individual items? Or the twelve cans in a twelve pack? Its unnerving I tell you.
12. Restaurants where you seat yourself. Im terrified we will never be noticed and it will be too awkward to leave.
13. Hair salons. Ive had two healthy hair dresser relationships in my life. The rest have all been exercises in various levels of mutual pathology. Case in point? I can no longer get my eyebrows waxed in the salon that is most convenient to me because I ended up talking to the stylist for far too long and had to give her materials on stress management. I never wanted that level of commitment from her. I had to break it off.

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9 Responses to Thursday Thirteen number two

  1. gill_smoke says:

    See! This is why I love you.

  2. Factor 10 says:

    How about the grocery clerks that help you out? I always say no, because I never know–should I HELP them load into the car? Because I always end up in the way or invading their personal space in ways that no one welcomes. Like with a 2 liter bottle into their ass. Not LITERALLY into, but usually followed by horrified apologies and throwing money for a tip (wait, am I tipping them for the near-miss anal probe?)

    So much simpler to load my own groceries. Bag boys fear me.

  3. The Mistress of the Dark says:

    Phone phobias are always amusing though. I’m frightened of them sometimes myself

  4. Ash says:

    Number 7 is right up my alley. I feel guilty for writing a check instead of using my bank cards. and what the hell is up with the collective groun that comes up everytime I pull my checkbook out? WHAT IS THAT?

    I hate people.

    I miss you.

  5. RockDog says:

    12. Restaurants where you seat yourself. Im terrified we will never be noticed and it will be too awkward to leave.

    This has happened to me!…but I didn’t feel awkward leaving. Hell, I drank all the water and ate all the bread (It was already on all of the tables!)

    Have a good weekend!

  6. winterskibunny says:

    LOL, celexa. I am trying to stock up before the insurance runs out, and we are on aNOTHER six month waiting period. So I have a new doctor, and her assistant called me up all concerned because they want me on 20 mgs (not 40, which I cut in half) and not a three month supply. Though I left in the message that the insurance was running out, but I felt like such a junkie explaining to someone who is not even my doctor sigh.

    The check writing, feel free to feel superior to everyone else who is charging their groceries on credit (G). It’s a good habit to stick with quite frankly.

  7. luckybuzz says:

    I shouldn’t be, but I am kind of amazed at how many of these I share with you.

    Not so much #3, but I do have vet issues, which is close. In my mind. Probably less so in the minds of people with human children, though.

    I think I need to stop now…yours in dork love.

  8. Lisa says:

    Ditto on the Gill Smoke comment. I love you dearly for being able to put these out there and you’ve emboldened me to do the same (maybe just in my journal (baby steps)).

    I share many MANY of these, Crse. So fear, not.

    LOVE YOU BUNCHES!!

  9. erthy says:

    oh crse! i am giggling with a broad smile! i think this paired with gills comment is why i love you and the both of you!
    happy snowy sun-day!

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