I feel this in my soul
Nothing a good old Irish goodbye can’t fix.
“I’m sorry, I’m trying to find the exit, could you show me?”
“Oh, right this way! Follow me! Scuse me everyone these guys need to get out — make way, make way! Haha. There you go, buddy. Have a good 'un.”
Midwest version.
Awww don’t forget to get take some hot dish with you we got too much!
Oh darn your tires a little low bud. Lemme grab my compressor we’ll get your right up in a jiffy. So how’s your ma doing with her melanomas? Watch out for them damn FIBs too. They don’t need first snow to throw themselves off the road. Any will do.
thats the reason I’ll spend new year’s eve on my own tonight
The simple solution is to set your own phone number as a contact named “John” or something, set up a tasker profile on your phone to text yourself “you coming over soon? The food is getting cold!” after some amount of time. Whoever you’re talking to hears a loud notification sound, maybe sees you reading a text from John asking when you’re coming over, and is unoffended when you say you need to get going because look at the time!
Of course they would have been unoffended either way, but my brain can’t understand that
I never understood that introvert/extrovert thing. What does it even mean? I mean, I know what it should represent, but isn’t it a stereotypical categorization that simplifies far too much?
It definitely is, especially because — as with most of these categorization things — you’re never one or the other, it’s a spectrum
Can I just go out this d-
No! That is RUDE and everyone will judge you.
It is full of people who you have met exactly once.
And you can’t remember any names.
You can remember people’s names? I can barely get my coworkers names right when having to think of them on the spot randomly.
That’s why you just don’t use any names! Hey! How you doing?
Go into great detail about shit they’ve said to you, name though? Pfft.
I survived three hours at a neighbourhood Xmas party. Waiting for my medal 🎖️
You deserve it friend 🥇
Thank you! ☺️