the anxious pants dance

Every one has their own story of why or how they got into blogging, what they write about through blogging, how they met friends through blogging, and how they are successful at blogging. Want me to try to use the word blogging again? There ya go, just did. 

Anyways, here is the run down. Blogging is no different than the first day at a new school. Or at a new job. Or in a new town where you know no one. Blogging is all about putting yourself out there, hoping people are like Hey, this person is putting puh-retty cool stuff out there, and then wam bam you become best blogging friends and everyone loves your blog. Or somehow or another to that effect. 

Let's talk about the socially awkward folks, though. Hi, socially awkward folks anonymous, my name is Emily and I suffer from the anxious pants dance.

What's the anxious pants dance? It's when you play with your nails, or bite your nails, or do a few hair flips, and shuffle to one side to avoid having to make small talk with someone that (gasp!) you don't know. I am the worst at meeting new people. College was like whoa, everyone was all giggly and like ohmagawd we're so grown up now. And all I wanted to do was crack jokes about having to say Man on the hall! every time we had a visitor in the dorms.

Seriously though, an all women's college is the best. But that's a post for another day. 

Most of the time it just comes across that I'm unfriendly. OOPSIES. Big oops. Woe is me, all shy and such. Life is hard. Yadda yadda yadda.

A little throwback to 5 years ago. Don't mess with us college sophomores, rawr. 

When I first started blogging, I just stalked blogs. I never commented because what would I say?! What if they didn't get something I said was supposed to be a joke? Or what if I sounded like this person that I so am not? So, instead I was just a blog creeper. Creeping on blogs day after day. Don't mind me. I don't remember when I started commenting and meeting people through blogging, or why I did, but it kind of felt like the day in school when you finally meet that one friend that you're like phew, don't have to pretend that I like playing basketball in PE around her. Or phew, I can laugh at a fart joke around her. Etc., etc. 

Sounds like the comfort zone needs to get a tad bigger because this blogger isn't just a creeper no mo'.  Some of the time...

Ah! Stranger Danger!

Anyone else fluent in unfriendliness dancing with their anxious pants on?