” Remember that time I was awkward?”
“You mean all the time?”
“Yeah, that’s the one!”
One of my favourite types of humour is when people laugh more because they are uncomfortable than because the joke was actually funny.
Growing up as an incredibly awkward child I used to make people uncomfortable all the time and it was devastating. I would always say something weird or completely out there. Often times I would stare too long or fidget and bump into things. Sometimes I would just avoid eye contact and speak reallyreallyreally fast.
And don’t even get me started on the hand gestures!
Dear Reader, I know I am not fooling anyone by saying all that in the past tense. We both know I still do all of those things. All the time. Every day.
It honestly wasn’t until I got much, much older that I learned to appreciate my awkwardness for the hilarious attribute it is. Once I began to embrace my inherent clumsiness and lack of social graces my life became so much easier.
Now I choose to laugh with the crowd rather than shrink awkwardly away when I do something silly.
And boy is it delightful.
PS. Dear Reader, this was meant to be a much longer post but I would rather save my awkward stories for stand-alone retellings where I can stretch out three sentences into three pages of rambling awkwardness, Alas, you will just have to be content with a short post and a picture of me pretending to be a bear.