Strategic Conversation

Without really meaning or wanting to, I seem to approach conversations with new people as a game. I feel uncomfortable in these situations, like a person inside a robot awkwardly operating its jerky limbs and halting voice box, but it's the only way I can think of to concentrate and prevent myself from looking like a total fool. The main rules are these:

1. Keep the topic mainly on the other person; if I end up revealing more about myself than he/she has of his/herself, I could seem self-centered and lost in stories they don't really care all that much about anyway. Even if you've found something in common, let them talk about it a little bit more.

2. Don't be afraid of pauses. Someone doesn't have to be talking literally all the time.

3. Try not to worry about how much I'm sweating.

4. Keep eye contact most of the time, but not in a creepy or aggressive way. More quiet and friendly, than intense, "I MUST LOOK AT YOUR EYES AT ALL TIMES."

5. Avoid nervous tics, like picking at my fingernails, clenching my hands, occasional heavy sighs, brushing my hair back, or chewing my bottom lip.

6. Keep a watch on my Southern accent, because it tends to become noticeably heavier when I'm nervous. (If the person has a heavy one too, this doesn't matter so much, but otherwise I think people start to talk down to me, which is insulting.)

7. Don't get lost in my own head, panicking about what I'm going to say or do next. Calmly take the situation as it develops.

The past two weeks have been full of new people encounters, and I am thoroughly exhausted. It is exhausting to have strategy just to talk to people, but I freeze otherwise, so here I am.

Star Nerd

Because my mom falls asleep and quite simply doesn't care, I watch sci-fi with my dad. We demand absolute silence, and watch open-mouthed as someone from the 1960s gets trapped in the Twilight Zone or the Doctor saves the day and universe once again.

I actually didn't care for it when I was a kid, preferring Disney movies and PBS, much to my dad's disappointment when the original Star Wars movies were briefly re-released in theaters. He dragged me along with him to see "A New Hope," and came out all geared up to show me "The Empire Strikes Back," as my mom shook her head at him and watched me act out "The Lion King" with the friend I had been allowed to take. He asked me what my favorite part was, and I related the part when a robot in the background had been bonked on the head and fallen over.

Honestly. I have seldom seen my dad look so dismayed.

I went home about a month ago for the weekend, fell asleep on the couch Friday night, and jerked awake at about 2 a.m. to see my dad solemnly watching an episode of Star Trek and massaging the leg that keeps him up at night. He nodded in acknowledgment of my consciousness, and I watched with him, sleepy and bewildered.

"Why on earth did no one bother to wake me up before everyone went up to bed?" I asked. My dad shrugged and continued to watch the screen with great concentration until the commercial break came on.

"The thing about this show, is it addressed so many contemporary social issues. There was this one episode..." I leaned back and listened to him recite the plots and messages of the same two or three episode he could remember well, somewhat annoyed, but content.

Wolf Project

When I was in grade school, my mom registered me for the "gifted" program, and I wish I could remember more of it. A legally blind woman named Ms. Rogers with the thickest glasses I had ever seen was the teacher, or more supervisor I guess, since I don't remember having any actual lessons; she just sort of assigned us projects we could work on with each other or ourselves. My nerd friend Joey was in there with me, and Coleman was not pleased about being left out, but I played Cheetahs with him during recess, and everything was all right again.

I can only remember one project and one field trip for that class, which makes me sad because they were both excellent, so I wish I could remember more of what we did. I decided to make my project about wolves, and I can only assume Joey's was about Nascar or something. Basically he liked Nascar, pro-wrestling, and being a know-it-all.

I was obsessed with wolves as a kid; I'm not sure why, except maybe it was to do with the well-defined social structure. If there was anything I liked as a kid, it was a clear set of rules. (Later, when I read Ender's Game, the clearest thing I remember being impressed by was the many ranks with corresponding names and color codes.) I went to the local nature center and studied the Red Wolves they have there, and read loads of books on wolves and their relatives around the world, it was *great.* It's one of the few projects I can think of that I didn't stress out big time about. Or maybe I did, and just can't remember.

Anyway, I really enjoyed that class.