And while I’m at it, let’s see how many men I can manage to piss off in one day. There is always Gadget. That’s a given. There are the inevitable communication faux pas that occur whilst traversing the slippery slope of defining boundaries and parameters in budding friendships slash relationships. There are misunderstandings and mis-matched senses of humor. There are offenses taken. It’s exhausting. It’s humbling. It’s perplexing. Especially because I’ve always tried very diligently to be a good communicator. It’s my thing. So if I suck at the thing that is supposedly my strongsuit… …well, that’s just dandy for the self-esteem and self-confidence, now isn’t it?
And of course I’m Miss UltraSensitive, so it wrecks me to the core when I think that I’ve upset someone.
