Last time I went to the meeting of metropolitan area comic bloggers, Hanna-Pirita invited me to visit her place, since I live almost in the neighbour.
"And this is the person, whose blog I have read before my "career" even started!
This is like Alice Cooper asking one to hang out!
I felt like tossing myself on the floor to bow and chant I am not worthy."
I promised to write some email, so we can arrange a meeting.
"Hmm."
Then I realized a problem;
last time I have officially visited anyone was a looooong time ago.
At friends' places, I just invade.
I slouch around, read their magazines and ask questions about stuff, etc.
At parties I don't behave that way, though.
"Does this mag has a quiz?"
"Yeah."
"Can I fill it, or should I help with cooking?"
"Bell peppers could be cut."
So, I guess I got a little anxious.
*Thinking*: "What am I gonna write? Do I need to bring a present? I would not want to come by, swinging two empty hands.
I wonder if it's a problem that I don't drink coffee or even tea? What if I make a mess? What if I make a fool of myself?"
The problem is not in Hanna-Pirita, or anyone else for that matter. My own social skills just happen to be, on scale 1-10, -25 and dropping.
"Go away, Osku.
I am sweeping my problems under the rug."
No worries, I am trying to get my act together some time soon!
