We just moved to a new apartment building last week, and I kid you not, Eric already knows the name of every person who works here, from the 7 different doormen to the maintenance crew to the service entrance security guards. He passes them in the lobby and with a huge, happy-to-know-ya smile, says, “Hey, how’s it goin [insert worker’s first name here, because I sure as shit don’t know it]!”, as he is already everyone’s best friend and probably in some form of fantasy sports league with them, as he was with the doormen in our last building.
Me? I’ve interacted with one person. Unwillingly.
It happened in the gym this morning.
Me: <“exercising,” headphones on OBVIOUSLY, and generally minding my own business>
Guy: “Wow, look at you! You’re ready to pop!”
Me: “Well, not quite yet, but yes, end of August…”
Guy: “And you’re allowed to exercise? That doesn’t seem safe! You’re sure that’s safe?”
Me: “I’m on a back-supported bike made for seniors, cycling at level 1. I think I’ll be ok!”
Guy: “I don’t know, you’re making me nervous…”
Me: “Well, you’re making me uncomfortable, so I guess we’re even.”
Guy: < Silent. Shits self. >
So it’s safe to say Eric and I have comparable social skills.
The unfortunate thing is that I know the guy meant no harm, and yeah, dude, OF COURSE I’m making you nervous. You think this situation doesn’t make ME nervous every time I look in the mirror?!
The fact that I am not straight up face-planting every time I stand is truly defying the laws of physics (I assume. Can’t actually quote any laws of physics.)
But sorry, man, I’m in the home stretch here and the hormones win. Between my rapidly expanding frontal load and a preexisting discomfort with strangers talking to/looking at/being near me, I’m in no mood. If my rascal pouch makes you nervous, that’s fine, but keep it to your damn self.
So yeah I’d say we have about one year in this building before I make so many enemies that it’s simply too uncomfortable to stay. Took me about two years in the old place, but pregnancy is going to speed up this timeline a bit.
But that’s perfectly fine– since college, I’ve established a pattern of living in a place only JUST long enough to serve my needs and then moving out right before EVERYONE writes me off as the unfriendly, awkward weirdo-tenant, and it’s totally worked out for me so far.
Meanwhile, as I type this, Eric is enthusiastically shaking hands and exchanging “good-to-meet-ya!” pleasantries with yet another building occupant.
Shit. We can never move.
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Hi, you don’t know me but I’ve followed your blogs for years and I like your style of writing. Anyway the only reason I’m commenting is to share this with you. It felt appropriate.
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Omg I love this! Can’t wait to show Eric– thank you!!!
The owner of my gym kicked me out for doing jumping squats at 38 weeks pregnant. I like dude chiiillllll. This baby is cooooked. Its all good.
Xoxo best of luck. U look awesome
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