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I'm great in my small group of friends, very comfortable and can easily carry on a conversation, but tonight I was out at a party for someone and as usual in situations like that it was weird. I knew lots of people there and I was able to carry on the basics but after the hi how ya doing, blah blah I get awkward. I hate it, some of these guys used to be pretty good friends of mine but I didn't know what to say.

Then there was awkwardness number two. A few of these guys either have pretty fancy important jobs or are really good liars. Either way, even though I have a pretty difficult degree, and am doing well for myself I felt awkward. I felt like a loser because I'm back in my home town and these guys are off in the big city with fancy jobs and I felt like a complete hoosier.

I hope I never have to go to another party again.

btw my gf told me today that I better die first because I'll be alone forever with out her. Which is true.

Don't see yourself short, Dreamer.

You are a tremendous Hoosier.

Well if you are going to be something you might as well be tremendous at it.

whenever i am in a situation where i am somewhere with a lot of doctors lawyers etc. i get by because I know them sumbitches can't hit a softball near as far as i can.

re: Fancy important jobs:


“There are only five real jobs in the world: teacher, fireman, policeman, medical professional and soldier. Everybody else should just chill out and enjoy life.” ~ Charles Barkley.

I'm totally retarded about how I socialize. In order to go out, I need a guarantee of exactly who will be there and who will not - if I am accepting an invitation.

Retarded.

But I am great if I am just going out - without a plan - I am good.

But an invitation to a party? I am retarded. I need all details or I won't go.

jim wrote:re: Fancy important jobs:


“There are only five real jobs in the world: teacher, fireman, policeman, medical professional and soldier. Everybody else should just chill out and enjoy life.” ~ Charles Barkley.

Man, what did farmers ever do to Barkley?

pop_haines wrote:You aren't your job.

I used to be a janitor and cleaned crappy toilets.

I used to be a director of quality in a big-ass corporation.

So effing what.

Great post, pop. Exactly effing right.

You're not your [expletive] khakis.