I have this thing, about adults. More often than not, when I’m with more than one other adult, I feel incredibly out of place. I feel that part of it is because I still don’t feel like an adult myself (yes, I know, I’m 30, embrace it already) but the other part is I’m really self conscious that I’ll say or do something incredibly moronic. Like exclaim, “New Orleans is a VERY large state, you know.”
I enjoy chatting with NikkiZ’s teachers when I go to nurse her, but today? There were several other women in there – training, I believe – and one other mother who I don’t know yet. This propelled me into my eek-I-can’t-function-around-other-grown-ups mode and I immediately honed in on some of the toddlers to give me an excuse not to talk to the adults in the room. Before long I was off in my own world making goofy faces and fart noises with my lips while interacting with the babies.
Now I’m thinking that might not have helped my cause to fit in with adults. Unless, of course, those adults are related to Robin Williams.