When I was a child, I had a little stammer.
It was pronounced enough that my parents took me to a doctor to get checked out.
The doctor thought that I’d grow out of it and he was correct.
But I was a painfully shy child, often hiding behind my dad’s legs and my mom’s skirts when there were new people around.
It takes me a while to make a good impression, I think.
I am not the only person who suffers from a little awkwardness.
That’s why alcohol makes such a good social lubricant for people: it makes them a little less uptight and a little more relaxed.
Of course it also lowers inhibitions, so there’s a limit to how much is acceptable social lubrication.
I’m going to a party this weekend.
A friend is turning 50 and he’s celebrating with another friend in a socially-distanced backyard party.
It’s being hosted by a wonderful friend who is herself celebrating a birthday.
Two for the price of one!
It’s Scorpio season and I am flush with parties and online zoom get-togethers and I’m happy to report that all my social awkwardness seems to evaporate when I’m with my burner friends and family.
A kinder, more accepting group of people you will never find.
Lucky for me!