How old am I?
Today is one of those days when I feel like I've hatched out of a pod and I'm just trying to blend in with all the humans. The slightest mistake is likely to give me away.
I don't know why this should be so hard. Stuff like, do I try to talk to people at the gym or just keep quiet? If I'm quiet I risk putting myself in the "psycho" category, but I'm worried friendly will come off wrong too. Especially from someone as awkward as I am. When someone comments on the weather, should I just nod and smile, or do I need to step it up, like "yes, it's very cold, my fingers are turning blue."
Yes, I fear I'm a nerd, and not due to exceptional technical skill either. I got all the "not knowing what to say" and none of the math, science, computers expertise.
What was is that Steve who I used to work with said to me? Ah yes. "You will die alone, surrounded by cats." And then Kathy piped in "No, not cats, bunnies. Neva will die alone surrounded by bunnies." And as only the truly socially inept could say, my response is "Well, then I'm not really alone, am I?"
I'm probably just over thinking everything, making it harder than it needs to be. Stupidly I feel I'm fairly good sometimes at "reading" people, like I can pick up if my co-workers are sad or upset or whatever. What I can't read is how I'm supposed to respond to that. Do I rush in with a tissue and some kind of attempt at comfort, or do I just let them be? The right answer is that it depends, and that's where it gets tricky for me.
At least Q loves me. Oh wait, I'm back to dying alone surrounded by cats.
Q
Neva, alone, surrounded by cats
You're no bunny, till some-bunny loves you