Greetings!

So, honestly, I've wanted to blog for a long time. Usually I just post some ultra-long status in Facebook (which no one reads) and hope that it will sate my desire for words. Alas, I have reached the point where statuses (statii?) just don't cut it: I've made a blog. This blog, as those of you with keen intellect might have already realized. So welcome! This blog may/will include: rambling, lists of varying nonsense, pictures that I like/strongly dislike, references to people to may not know, fangirl-esque musings, and rants about sociopoliticalism. That's not a word, but who cares?

Now the title of this blog seems, honestly, awkward. Why would you revel in ineptitude? Well, I've spent my entire life being a socially awkward girl (I may get around to writing the stories about my childhood and its impact on my personality... someday) and for most of my life I've hated it. I mean, really hated it, to the point of forced seclusion. In high school, I would sit in class and write "Don't speak. Don't speak," in the margins of my notes so hard that I'd rip the paper. Feel free to psychoanalyze me, I'd love to hear your findings. Anyway, back to the point, it took me a long long LONG time to accept that, no matter how hard I try, I'm just socially awkward. But, as I came to terms with myself, I realized that a LOT of people were socially awkward in some way or another. Some people stay quiet. Some people talk continuously. Some people say weird shit at inappropriate moments and embarrass everyone. Still more people ostracize others and themselves because they can't function well in a conversational environment. I'm all of the above, but that's okay. It's okay because I embrace that social awkwardness and I make it my own. I find ways to maneuver through conversations that downplay (read: NOT hide, nor mask) my awkwardness, or highlight it in a comical way.

You may be sitting there, reading this blog, saying, "Well, yeah, but that means you're overcoming the social awkwardness. You're not awkward, you're just... quirky, or something." Yes, I'm quirky. Everyone in my life knows I'm quirky. But that doesn't really cover it. I can't talk to guys I like (when I do, it's just... horrible. I always feel like hitting myself afterward), I plan conversation starters in advance, and I replay conflicts (and interject that perfect line I couldn't come up with DURING the conflict) all the time. In fact, I know I'll be laying in bed tonight, thinking about this blog post and what I should have changed. That's okay. The important part is that, though I may be damaged in some deep psychological way that Freud himself would find troubling, I revel in my differences and my ineptitude because they make me human. They make all of us human.

So, welcome to Socially Awkward Revelry. Leave your inhibitions and coolness at the door, and enjoy the show!