Confessions of a Closet Hermit

I love being a mom.

From the time I was little, it was one of the only things that I wanted out of life.

I love to be around children, mine in particular (well, most of the time).

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On the other hand, I really struggle being around adults. I feel awkward and disjointed and I don't know how to talk to them. Things never seem to come out of my mouth the way they were put together in my head. I know I am a complete dork (and I am VERY ok with that, I have always been socially clumsy and have had lots of years to come to terms with that). I could very easily hole up in my house and live a hermit like life. I would be very happy in a sweet country home, miles from my next neighbor (however, Josh would shrivel up and die so we won't be doing that any time soon).

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I am in awe of people who are at ease in a group. My husband is like that. I love that in social settings I can kind of bask in his shadow and just enjoy his easy way with people (ok, except for the parts where he says things that embarrass me which happens pretty regularly...I am easily embarrassed though so that is my own issue).

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I do love people.

I want to be able to talk to them and help them see that I care about them.

Hopefully, my inept conversationalism doesn't block all of that. I am very grateful for written language because I am much more comfortable with that and have been saved on several occasions by it.

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My ineptitude in this department is bothersome, at the very least. But it does make me very very grateful for good friends, people who are patient with me and help me feel not quite so ridiculous.

So, thanks.

Thanks for taking me in and chuckling quietly instead of bursting in to uproarious laughter when I speak. I am grateful. It helps me keep my hermitness to a minimum.