tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612081.post5327622414296026928..comments2023-09-11T23:57:00.520-05:00Comments on Velvet Sacks: Too chicken to make your acquaintanceLinda@VShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04499621332375290781noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612081.post-68371194716657514852007-01-30T18:45:00.000-06:002007-01-30T18:45:00.000-06:00Jackie, you've made some good points. The older I...Jackie, you've made some good points. The older I get, the less I care about what people think of me, but the more I care about my own comfort, and the more I'm willing to say no to things that make me uncomfortable. I know what you mean about choosing to change your attitude, and I can do that, too. Changing my attitude keeps me from being completely miserable in situations I can't avoid. Unfortunately, introversion is an orientation rather than an attitude, so avoiding those situations will always be my instinctive first choice.Linda@VShttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04499621332375290781noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612081.post-52087403804418899482007-01-29T18:06:00.001-06:002007-01-29T18:06:00.001-06:00Oh, Velvet, you make me smile! All I can think is ...Oh, Velvet, you make me smile! All I can think is - look how good you made everyone you talked to feel - they were SO happy it was you and not them with the chicken in the teeth! I think we've all had some sort of experience like that. Makes us human - and humble. :-)<br /><br />I don't prefer crowds, but if I have to do them, I WILL enjoy myself. Decided a lot of years ago that I was tired of being miserable in situations I had to be in, but didn't want to be in. And decided the choice was MINE how I felt. <br /><br />I truely do live by "I cannot change people, places, or things. The only thing I can change is my ATTITUDE about people, places, and things". <br /><br />And at 57 years old - I don't give a lot of thought anymore, to what anyone thinks of me. The people that love and like me - don't much care how I act, dress, or behave. And the people that don't like or love me - I don't much give a fig WHAT they think about me. Makes it easy for me.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612081.post-48483503595891838192007-01-29T18:06:00.000-06:002007-01-29T18:06:00.000-06:00TC, LOL, I'm a sucker for a British accent, so I'm...TC, LOL, I'm a sucker for a British accent, so I'm sure I'd remember if we'd met before. Of course, even if we'd been in the same place at the same time, we might have been hiding out in different corners.<br /><br />Sandy, who knew there were so many of us? I don't recognize faces either, but it's because of my brain, not my eyes. Unless somebody's face is really distinctive--or unless I spend at least a few hours with them--I could look them in the face and swear I've never seen them before.Linda@VShttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04499621332375290781noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612081.post-39857847258592728952007-01-29T15:03:00.000-06:002007-01-29T15:03:00.000-06:00Loved the story velvet and as always your sense of...Loved the story velvet and as always your sense of humour sees you through. Another person who doesn't always do well when meeting strangers. <br /><br />Most people I meet briefly, think I'm *stuck-up* because when we next pass in the street etc., I can never recognise faces and totally ignore them (being rather short sighted). lol<br />Sandyto touch a unicornhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15823979594281577987noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612081.post-32250838231059858242007-01-29T13:36:00.000-06:002007-01-29T13:36:00.000-06:00Wow! That's unnervingly like me - have we met befo...Wow! That's unnervingly like me - have we met before?<br /><br />I can get up and do presentations in front of hundreds of people - meet foremen to Managing Directors at work when I need to (and have done).<br /><br />But put me amongst 10 strangers to "socialize" and I'd rather walk on hot coals. I hate small talk.<br /><br />Even when the in-laws come round, when I've done the necessary so as not to look anti-social, I'll end up n my study with a book. God, that sounds like Janet as well!<br /><br />Long live introverteesism, er, introvartusm, er intro...oh what the hell - this is why I don't go out much unless I'm forced to!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612081.post-63218399323907197562007-01-28T20:02:00.000-06:002007-01-28T20:02:00.000-06:00Robbin, encouraging people to talk about themselve...Robbin, encouraging people to talk about themselves is good advice, and I've seen it work. I just need to get over the fear of being perceived as nosy. One time I was in a relationship for four years with a man who'd been married three times. Can you believe that in all that time I never learned the names of his ex-wives--because I never asked?Linda@VShttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04499621332375290781noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612081.post-23900130710116277572007-01-28T19:10:00.000-06:002007-01-28T19:10:00.000-06:00Enjoyed your story Velvet and I can so relate like...Enjoyed your story Velvet and I can so relate like most of the bloggers about being an introvert. When I am in a situation where you have to make small conversation I try to always remember that people love to talk about themselves so I always ask ask something about them. That usually keeps the conversation going for a while...lol.Robbinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04663210786298674312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612081.post-34249339956141803232007-01-28T14:58:00.000-06:002007-01-28T14:58:00.000-06:00Annie, your comment reminds me of the time when I ...Annie, your comment reminds me of the time when I was 18, on my first job, and I stupidly leaned back on the narrow high heels of some beautiful baby-blue pumps. Both heels snapped off at the same time, and I was stuck until the end of the day in those broken shoes. <br /><br />I'd enjoy a long chat with you, too.<br /><br />Holly, I wondered the same thing: Why didn't one person have the courage to tell me? I can't believe the purple-thong-lady got mad at you. I'd have been thrilled that you saved me some embarrassment.<br /><br />Kat, I forgot about toilet paper on the heel. I've seen that a lot, but it hasn't happened to my. Does toilet paper sticking out the back of my waistband fall into the same category?<br /><br />Austin, your comment might not have been encouraging, but it offered affirmation, which I like even better.<br /><br />Sister-Three, I do a good job of listening as long as the conversation is interesting. Otherwise, my mind has a tendency to drift away and go play by itself. I'm always afraid I'll be asked a question and get caught.<br /><br />Third-Cat, I think luck is mostly random, too, but I understand that some people avail themselves of more opportunities than others. For example, the lottery may have been won by someone who only bought one ticket--that's the random part. I, on the other hand, will never win it because I NEVER buy a ticket. (I sure hope your day gets better.)<br /><br />Carmon, I think blogging is the answer to an introvert's prayers. We finally get to say all those things we have trouble working into a casual conversation.<br /><br />As for the car salesman, you go, girl!Linda@VShttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04499621332375290781noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612081.post-54606533177785358742007-01-28T11:25:00.000-06:002007-01-28T11:25:00.000-06:00Interesting how many of us introverts are finding ...Interesting how many of us introverts are finding blogging a healthy outlet. I'm good at switching roles, have to be to work a crowd at an art event. I teach comfortably, can do public speaking and even theater. But like you, the role switch is exhausting to me and I can't wait to get back home. The car salesman finally left his office during our 3.5 hour endurance contest last week...Mike said I was making the guy feel stupid while he tried to chat us up about meaningless things. CarmonLife at Star's Resthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11068869890677539768noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612081.post-72873750263170083052007-01-28T10:56:00.000-06:002007-01-28T10:56:00.000-06:00Thank you Velvet!
I am in such a foul humor this ...Thank you Velvet!<br /><br />I am in such a foul humor this morning and this story was just the ticket back to balance.<br /><br />Two of my peeves: luck & what people think.<br /><br />I think the truth about luck is that things are pretty random. I've had unbelievably horrible things in my life as well as unbelievably good. At the same time. I once thought I enjoyed incredible good fortune, but no longer. I think some things just happen. For any reason or no reason at all. <br /><br />I seem to fall into the same intro/extro type behavior as do all your loyal readers. And I too have felt the sting of someone's surprise that I wasn't a horse's ass - like "everyone" thinks? Gee whiz... you're a sweetheart for telling me. <br /><br />I kind of think the correct reply to something like that (only in your head) is "I didn't think you were a bitch, but you sure seem to be!"<br /><br />three kitty in a moodthird-cathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16513305582611283525noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612081.post-63164422119649900502007-01-28T06:34:00.000-06:002007-01-28T06:34:00.000-06:00The greatest conversationalist is one who can list...The greatest conversationalist is one who can listen. It is an art that most adults and children do not have. You learn by listening and not talking...so Velvet now we know why you are so smart! Those talking are telling what they already know...the listener is learning with their ears and eyes.Galla Creekhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15765021266883258286noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612081.post-19112058348094704812007-01-28T01:28:00.000-06:002007-01-28T01:28:00.000-06:00I am not a party girl. I'd rather spend an evening...I am not a party girl. I'd rather spend an evening at home with 2 friends at the most. Get 3 friends together and I'm a bit uncomfortable. The role I'm expected to play is comedy relief even if I don't feel like it that's what is expected of me.<br /> <br />I too prefer to know what my role is and when I'm comfortable playing it then I will but the pressure to perform when I don't want to leaves me a bit resentful. I'd almost prefer chicken in my teeth to feeling like I sold myself out. <br /><br />(Lord, that was not an encouraging comment from me was it?)<br /><br />AustinAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612081.post-90069968312866127212007-01-27T23:07:00.000-06:002007-01-27T23:07:00.000-06:00I've suffered through the skirt in the pantyhose a...I've suffered through the skirt in the pantyhose and the toilet paper on the heel. Introverts unite! I too have no problems leading meetings, giving speeches or visiting endlessly with family and friends. Social occasions require a hot bath and cold compress afterward. Great story.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612081.post-38606548928530508062007-01-27T22:46:00.000-06:002007-01-27T22:46:00.000-06:00Velvet, I too have experienced the "stuck up" comm...Velvet, I too have experienced the "stuck up" comment, when I really just am a wall flower at heart. I can make speeches and appear on stage too. It's a weird dichotomy. <br /><br />You know it always amazes me how many people KNOW you have something in your teeth or lipstick on them and NO ONE will say anything to you. I always speak up praying the Universe will return the favor. Recently, in the airport, I saw the lady with her dress in her pantyhose...very sedately dressed other than her purple thong now visible through her pantyhose. I stopped her and told her and SHE GOT MAD AT ME! <br /><br />Anyway, you are a delight. You always make me giggle.CreekHiker / HollysFollyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14987597104795294851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612081.post-76740847823065321512007-01-27T20:24:00.000-06:002007-01-27T20:24:00.000-06:00I enjoyed your story very much, never suspecting w...I enjoyed your story very much, never suspecting what you were leading towards. It did sort of remind me of the time when I has to work a room with a heel broken off one of my high heel shoes. <br /><br />I know I'd be happy to sit in a corner and just talk away the hours with you, Velvet.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612081.post-47781645538094650832007-01-27T19:45:00.000-06:002007-01-27T19:45:00.000-06:00Janet, my skirt wasn't tucked into my pantyhose TH...Janet, my skirt wasn't tucked into my pantyhose THAT day--but that happened to me, too, at my office when we lived in New York. That could be the subject of a whole 'nother blog entry.<br /><br />I used to think I was doing fine, too, just sitting and watching and speaking when spoken to--until a woman approached me one day and, after chatting for awhile, said, "You know, you're not at all stuck-up like everybody thinks you are." I was floored! I thought I'd been politely invisible, and they thought I was too stuck-up to talk to them. I've worked harder at being sociable since then, but it's still a mighty struggle. <br /><br />I think that's why I enjoy blogging so much. I can lurk and get to know people before sticking my neck out. Conversely, the people who read what I've written and don't like it generally just move on, with no embarrassment on either side.Linda@VShttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04499621332375290781noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612081.post-84635050834629716282007-01-27T19:33:00.000-06:002007-01-27T19:33:00.000-06:00Oh, my God, Velvet! But at least your skirt wasn'...Oh, my God, Velvet! But at least your skirt wasn't tucked into your pantyhose. <br /><br />I think I do pretty well in social occasions. I just would rather sit and watch and speak when spoken to. At one family gathering at my niece's house, I skimmed her bookshelves, picked out a book and sat in a quiet corner and read. Nobody minded. I think my "problem" is that it's very hard for me to follow or participate in a conversation with more than one or two people (two if I know them well.) It exhausts my eyes to have to lipread different people for very long. It's just easier for me to be a wallflower.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com