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Feb. 19th, 2012 07:34 pmI came to the realisation this morning that I am fundamentally, possibly neurologically, unsuited for social interaction. I'm not necessarily saying this is a bad thing, I'm not upset about it or anything, but I did find it kind of amusing.
About two minutes before breakfast started today, I got a story idea. And I was turning it over and around in my head, trying to get the angles right and commit the opening paragraph to memory and make mental notes on the situation, and I had to keep snapping back to the present and reminding myself to socialise over the morning meal. Apparently I did a decent job of this, but it was blindingly obvious to me that I need to remember how to think less and socialise more at times.
Then I distracted the entire table with my discovery that the handles of our eating utensils were slightly magnetic. I just picked up my knife and fork and started waving them around at each other, and probably looked like a crazy person until I said "My silverware is magnetic!" and it turned out everyone's was, like they store them in a magnetized rack or something.
So that was breakfast: the absentminded professor discovers magnetic flatware. You're welcome, coworkers.
I'm having a better time than previous years -- certainly better than my first year, but improving over last year as well, which was fine to start with.
And frankly, if nothing else, noticing we were eating with magnets made me memorable.
About two minutes before breakfast started today, I got a story idea. And I was turning it over and around in my head, trying to get the angles right and commit the opening paragraph to memory and make mental notes on the situation, and I had to keep snapping back to the present and reminding myself to socialise over the morning meal. Apparently I did a decent job of this, but it was blindingly obvious to me that I need to remember how to think less and socialise more at times.
Then I distracted the entire table with my discovery that the handles of our eating utensils were slightly magnetic. I just picked up my knife and fork and started waving them around at each other, and probably looked like a crazy person until I said "My silverware is magnetic!" and it turned out everyone's was, like they store them in a magnetized rack or something.
So that was breakfast: the absentminded professor discovers magnetic flatware. You're welcome, coworkers.
I'm having a better time than previous years -- certainly better than my first year, but improving over last year as well, which was fine to start with.
And frankly, if nothing else, noticing we were eating with magnets made me memorable.
