Having been a somewhat shy and definitely awkward person most of my life I have had more than my fair share of awkward moments…
Waaa-aaay more than my fair share!
My most recent bugged the hell out of a few people…or perhaps they couldn’t see the humor in what I had to say. Then again my darling husband has often warned me that I am lousy at telling jokes. It’s the awkward in me. But yes, I insulted a few people…dare I say pissed off perhaps one. I’m only guessing given the reaction of others in our circles.
It was awkward.
Even more awkward was when someone reached out to me, in a gesture of friendship during that awkward moment of mine. Willingly, I accepted because we move in the same circle. Why not accept their friendship? This is what people do sometimes, you know when they move in the same circles and share common interests or activities.
Until, after reaching out with an offer of friendship they then proceed to do something completely unexpected. Um, actually it was kind of outrageous and downright rude. Unless it is cool to publicly attack your child. Yes, YOUR child. Oh and cast judgment on parenting skills…because of their obvious qualifications.
I was once a super parenting expert too…before I had children and when Hollie was a small one. I knew EXACTLY how other people should be caring for their children…especially if I didn’t know them very well. Then I got busy raising my five children, weathering through adolescence and hormones times FOUR and seeing three make it to adulthood. Yeah, I was an expert too uniquely qualified like that until shit got real.
But now it’s gratifying. Really gratifying. Especially when I see my kids show integrity, honesty and loyalty when others aren’t looking…like one did that ultimately led to my bad joke that started all of this awkwardness.
Sorry, my snark is showing just a little.
What can I say? That was a pretty awkward moment. A REALLY awkward moment.
It gets you to thinking late at night…
What the hell was your motivation when you were “making friends” with me?
How did you even know about that awkward attempt at humor? Sure it was public but you weren’t there to witness my attempt at humor. You came after the fact…after you extended your hand in friendship
No, I won’t judge whatever motivated you. I won’t even judge you for what you imagined was a justified public attack against MY child. After all you did reach out to apologize to her. Thank you for that.
I will wonder why you couldn’t just ask me what the hell was my problem joking around like that? Calling me out, not my child, for the thing that I said would likely be acceptable because you seek to back up someone we both know. Someone whom we both regard as a friend…a GOOD friend.
Then I will ponder why those who might have been hurt and pissed couldn’t just come to me on their own because I thought that we were friends. We certainly have been pretty close the last eight years. We’ve done business together for those eight years…good business. We’ve grown close, shared laughter and tears and confidences…you know, the way friends do.People who have been that close for that long certainly could call on one another when such awkwardness happens…and possibly hurts.