In a few days time, I will be meeting some of you for reals. There is a part of me that is immensely happy about this. I love bloggers! I love talking about blogging (ask any of my everyday peeps, they couldn't care less about blogging but they sure know a lot about it *wink* ya welcome, peeps) and the whole weekend just sounds like it's going to be pretty epic. Though I will say this, um, who forgot to invite me to the onesie party??? *eyebrows raised*
But seriously. I flip between introvert and extrovert like a toddler between euphoric happiness and scary-scraming-rage. I never truly know which way I'm gonna go, and that is fairly anxiety inducing. And mostly it's introvert these SAHM days. Anyway. What I want to say is. Some of you are gonna meet me, and you're gonna get the real-deal-can't-edit-the-life-out-of-my-words me. And you are gonna realise a few things about me, like... I say some really random/not-what-you're-supposed-to-say stuff when I'm nervous. It just comes out of my mouth and it can't always be stopped and it can cause awkwardness, LOLZ!!!! It's always funny afterwards, but not at the time!!!!! Miriam found this out first hand when she phoned me the other night. Uh. Yeah. I forgot to warn her about my phone-phobia-induced-awkwardness. Whoops. Sorry about that Miriam. Fortunately it was only a phonecall, which meant that she didn't find out the other thing about me (uh, yeah right, like there's only two weird things about me, uh huh), which is that I suffer from severe RCS.
Zan gave me the Sympathetic Face after the phonecall. He raised his eyebrows and was like, "how was that for you, Honey?" #sympatheticsmile. And I was like, "just a typical phonecall Doll, nothing to see here." EXCEPT MY BLAZING RED CHEEKS!!! Yeah. Red Cheek Syndrome. It's an affliction and a half. And srsly, you've gotta realise how much I must love you all that I'm discussing this, because all RCS sufferers know that admitting to RCS only makes the RCS symptoms worse. As does someone else pointing out the outbreak of RCS in front of you. Because obviously you do not realise that your burning cheeks are displaying a colour known as furious red, and you really need someone to tell you. Truly people, if you want to inflict trauma, tell someone who is going red with embarrassment that THEY ARE GOING RED WITH EMBARRASSMENT!!!! It's bound to help. Either that, or it will literally light their face on fire, in which case, back.away.now.
So yeah, I'm a bit anxious. But who knows, maybe I'll feel all extroverty on the day and we'll be fine. It could happen. And the photos? Well, I think I"ll just let them speak for them-awesome-selves.