Who I am

I am loud. I am boisterous. I am chatty. I am loving. I am neurotic. I am obsessive. I am weird. I am strange. I am brave. I am not as tough as I would like to be. If I love you I will go to the ends of the earth for you. I give people too much benefit of the doubt.

I am also too much for some people to handle.

In the nicest possible way I am being asked not to return to my Wednesday knitting group. No, honestly it was done very nicely. I have apparently been a bit too talkative and people want to just sit and knit and decompress.

They haven’t cashed my cheque from last week and have suggested I pay ad hoc for a few more sessions to see how it goes. They gave me suggestions on how I could fit in. I do believe that if I could manage them and be what they wanted that it could work.

But honestly? I won’t be able to change myself, I’ve tried before and it never sticks. Then I’ll either sit up there and not say anything but somehow make people uncomfortable with that, or I’ll forget and start chatting again and upset people.

So I have chatted to the hus-creature and my other bestest friend in the world and they have made me see that it’s not my fault, it’s just a bad fit.

So I’m going up tonight to finish the Magic Loop class I paid for (I do want to learn the technique) and then I think I shall collect my cheque, make noises about “holiday commitments” if asked and then not go back.

I am a square peg, and this class is a round hole. Its just not the correct place for me, and I should leave it to the round pegs who are settled and happy.

The hus-creature has already found a group called The Drunken Knitwits who meet in bars and knit and they meet on Monday’s. So I shall try that tomorrow (needs a Lyft) and report back.

I mean knitting and alcohol? What’s not to like?

I debated not writing this. I debated baring myself in this way. But nobody will be everyone’s cup of tea and that’s okay.

I am fish fingers and custard.

As long as being you doesn’t break laws, keep on being you.

Author: Fliss

Wife, mum (of two), yarn-obsessed cat-slave

7 thoughts on “Who I am”

  1. Love the Who reference.

    Bunch of *******! You’re awesome.

    I hope booze n knitting works.

  2. One of my friends in NJ does an art class that also involves drinking 🍺 at the same time … can’t recall what he calls it – but sounds a lot more fun! Drunken knitwits sounds a lot more fun!

  3. You don’t want to be in a group of stuck-up cows! I bet they are all secret internet trolls. You are much better off without them.

    If you bump into one in the street, greet her warmly as if nothing had happened. Ask her politely about her husband/kids/dog/job, but don’t volunteer any info about yourself. If she asks any questions, reply, with a big smile, “Fine, thank you for asking”. THAT WILL SCARE HER!

    Your knitting patterns might become more creative after you’ve had a few!!!

    Lots of love and kisses from your mother in law who loves you.

  4. So mean and stupid but sadly I am not surprised. Northeasterners are known for their lack of warmth plus you are probably in a v stuck up neighborhood. We had similar problems when we moved to Westport, a swanky town with a “famous” high school that did not work for either of our kids (we didn’t know anything about the town and moved there because of my work). Gary who is the friendliest and nicest person I know (ask Claude) had a lot of difficulties making friends in our stuck up town. Eventually he did, after several years, mainly people from the neighboring towns! Good school districts are affluent districts and these can be unfriendly and stuck up. I have a friend who decided to not move to one of the more famous school districts near NYC because of the “asshole” factor. I am sorry you came across a bunch of idiots but I know you are going to meet like minded people and make friends, it is just going to take some time. I was thinking of boozing up at Thanksgiving, this is the perfect excuse, what is your poison?

    1. I’m a wine drinker socially – rosé normally but happy with white (red is only great for me if eaten with good cheese – Fred taught me that one!)

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