Call Me Interesting

Interesting beats fun most days…

For Easter, I was crocheting egg cups. They turned out way too large for hen’s eggs, but did work for my dragon eggs. Photo by author.

Someone remarked that I was an interesting person the other day. For me, that’s a pretty high complement. I’m not much of a people person. I like having a few good friends. Not as much interested in having lots of casual friends.

Now, don’t get me wrong. I don’t mind casual friends. And if you and I are in that class, I’m perfectly happy for it. Please understand that I don’t equate good manners with friendship. In my book, everyone deserves to be treated with respect. If for some reason, I don’t like you, I may try to avoid being in your presence, but I’m not going to be rude or nasty (not intentionally, anyway). No one deserves to be treated ill by another.

Besides, despite what someone else may have said, it is less work to be nice to a person than it is to be mean. Try it sometime. You’ll understand.

Mostly, what it comes down to for me is energy. I like people well enough, but I don’t have a lot of energy for them. Put me in a room full of people and in about twenty minutes I’ll be looking for the exit. I might like to be more social than that, but I can’t.

Hell, I can barely stand to be on Facebook more than once a week. And then, it is mostly to lurk.

If you ask a question in a text or an email, it might take a couple of days before I am able…