Comprende?

I’m sitting here, on a Friday night, Indian-style on my bed with a can of Tootsie Rolls pouring out beside me. I have been through so much this week I know it will make for great stories. But it’s all so personal I want to stray as far away from it as I can.

For now, I want to sort through the mess in my mind to discover what I am doing home, blogging, eating Tootsie Rolls after my hour workout on a Friday night.

I don’t know how many calories are in a Tootsie Roll, but I can tell you I didn’t burn enough to eat these AND dinner.

So why am I here and not catching the late showing of No Strings Attached? Or line-dancing with my girls at Skyline, or shagging at Jillians? Or even in my living room playing the wii with a couple friends?

Well, according to me it’s because “I don’t like people.”
*awkward pause*

-side glance-

Just kidding. I would NEVER admit to not liking people. Especially to a stranger. Especially when I’m alone and probably shouldn't be.

Oh wait, yeah, I would. In fact, I did when I was left to ski all by myself this past weekend.

I was kind of regretting separating from the group. Not happy to be alone.
I got on the ski lift with this guy from Mississippi.

He kept asking/telling me random stuff like:

“So I just figured out those aren’t deer tracks. I was thinking DANG Tennessee has some huge deer. But then I learned they are bunny tracks. The two feet, and the little tail.”

Those were his first words to me. How am I supposed to react to this when I don’t even see the tracks he’s talking about?

He continued talking. “What’s your name?”

“Marjorie.”

“What?”

“Marjorie.”

“Audrey?”

oh here we go again.

“So single, married? Kids, no kids?”

I don’t know you.. “Single, no kids.”

“Oh well how’d that happen?”

“Um, I don’t know. I don’t like people.”

“Okay, shutting down now.”

Note to self: don’t tell strangers you don’t like people.

It was not the reaction I expected. Looking back, I guess I should have expected something similar. But I don’t know, I guess I have an issue where I assume people have my same sense of humor, when they clearly don’t.
Luckily we had time to clear it up and laugh it off. And a few hours later he saw me skiing down an expert slope and shouted out from the ski lift, “Marjorie! You Rock!” And I did the friendly, people-loving thing and waved.

Then took a dive for the worst. Tumbled forward, lost my ski’s and slid halfway down the mountain on my face. Thank God for the wood pole that stopped me or I would have flown right over the snow tubers.

So anyway. I’m people-loving, I may not always be the best at showing it, but it does come out eventually.. so that can’t be the reason I’m here.

And despite what I sometimes lead you to believe, I do have friends....

You know what. Maybe sometimes I just like to be alone.
Is that so hard to understand?
I mean, I got back from classes today and watched E! all day long - with no one here to judge me.

I especially love Keeping up with the Kardashians, which is incredibly hilarious and though the sense of humor is kind of out there and ridiculous, who am I to judge? I tell complete strangers I don’t like people. Note to self: not funny.

Then, I went to the gym. And when I came home..

I got to shower with my music as loud as I wanted,

with the doors wide open.

I got to air dry.

AND I got to dance around the house shamelessly like a white girl with my facial mask on while cooking my ravioli.

And guess what, if I was going out, or having people over, I would not have gotten to do any of that. Sure I would have been laughing and having a good time with friends. But I think alone time is just as important to one’s complexion and sanity.
Besides, I make myself laugh. So BOOM!