Has someone ever asked you a question and thirty seconds into your response you were struck by the realization that they couldn’t have cared less–they were simply being nice?
Then, as you ramble on you thought: “Crap! How am I going to get out of this?” So, you subtracted all the details from your story, cut straight to the point, and trailed off rather incoherently.
I feel like most of us have this experience a few times in our lives. Now, imagine having this scenario play out with most every conversation you have. It would make for a pretty awkward life, right?
Well, it’s my life…and it’s just one of the many examples I can and will write about.
So, instead of subjecting unsuspecting yet well-meaning friends, co-workers, acquaintances, and total strangers to either dull, meandering ballads or nonsensical, abridged tales, I decided to start a blog. That way, at least readers have chosen to indulge in my awkwardness instead of having it hoisted upon them.
What follows are a series of poor to mediocre essays, embarrassing confessions, mostly unless observations, definitely bad advice, and other brain dropping from me, That Awkward Guy.