Now, I know that I have may have presented myself on this blog as a completely normal, rather timid, awfully polite person who rarely says a naughty word, but there is something I have to let you in on, simply because apparently one doesn't grow out of Catholic guilt.
I avoid people. I suspect I avoid more people than most ordinary people tend to avoid. I've actually reached the point where I no longer consciously know I'm doing it. It's like my body is on autopilot and suddenly I am helplessly controlled by an invisible force.
I find myself seamlessly transitioning from happily walking into a store to fast-walking back to my car again, or from heading towards a checkout, to faux-forgetting something in aisle two, simply because of something as simple as a familiar voice, or a ridiculous outfit which is obviously way too young for the person wearing it, like 52 years too young, or it may even look like it came from another time period. Or a certain sickening smell. Anyway. I'm sure you have the visual and even the sensual now. Let's move on.
Unfortunately, in a small town it's really really really nearly impossibly hard to avoid running into people you'd rather not run into. It's like a high school reunion every single day. And every day, I find myself spoting someone that I must avoid. I've begun to call these "sightings." I text Dave when I have one, just so we can keep a record of it, like Those People do, the ones that believe they've seen an alien space ship because, this isn't that different, really.
I've found myself involved in long-ish conversations with these people in public places where you can't say the things you really WANT to say to them, and I'm going to tell you right now, I'm surprised I lived through it. I mean, I lived, yeah, but I'm not right. Come to think of it, I've never been the same, really.
So, can you blame me for my tendency to avoid? No, neither can I. I am completely off the hook, and I might be even normal-ish.
THE END. So far........