First Impressions

So it won't come as any surprise to people that have spent more than 5 minutes with me that I have a sarcastic, self-deprecating, and overall weird sense of humour. It also probably won't come as any surprise that not everyone understands it, and even less people that appreciate and don't think I'm a complete lunatic (and to them, I want to say that I'm sorry you have such a boring, regular sense of humour). The ones that most often think I'm a huge fucking weirdo are the guys in their mid 20s who clearly spend their time with "normal" girls who...well to be honest, I don't know much about these girls. I don't spend much time with them!

The other day, my Mom and I were at a boxing gym inquiring about their classes. Usually when I first meet someone, my humour kicks into overdrive because I'm actually super uncomfortable and nervous when meeting new people. So I made the following comments:

"Do the bags come back and hit you when you box? Mine does, probably because I'm so strong."

"Is there a dress code here?"

"There are girls that go to this gym, right?!"

"My boxing gloves are pink. Because I'm super tough."

At these comments, the guys just stared at me. Like, they had no idea what to say or how to react. That in and of itself was funny. I mentioned that to my Mom as we were driving home, and she replied, "Yeah, I noticed that, too. You may want to tone those kinds of comments down a bit when you first meet people. It's just...I don't think people know how to handle you."

Ah, and that final comment describes the base of my lacklustre love life. So very few people know how to handle me. Bless them.

Love,

M