I have a love/hate relationship with awkwardness. I love it sometimes as it does make for great stories but I prefer to witness someone else enduring the awkwardness rather than myself. So sometimes I try to avoid it. Case in point, this morning I arrived at church 15 minutes late. I'm late by nature but it was purposeful today as I was trying to miss the meet n greet. Instead of the typical, "Turn and say hello" meet n greet time, my church is forcing us to be social and mingle for about five minutes.
This would be fine if I didn't go to church by myself. Searching for someone to make small talk with for five minutes sounds a little bit like torture so I figured I'd just leave a little later this morning. I know some of you are judging me right now. You're thinking I'm ridiculously anti-social and need to toughen up. You might be right. But I hate small talk worse than mosquito bites and parking tickets.
My genius anti-social plans were foiled, however, when they decided to move the meet n greet to later in the service. I arrived just in time to awkwardly mingle with strangers. Truth be told, it wasn't painful at at all. But it could've have been. So I tried to dodge it.