no control

I think that the most depressing thing about this week was that it finally sank into my head that I have no control over anything whatsoever. Besides the usual complaints on the parental front, I am confronting the fact that I am absolutely socially retarded. I'm the kind of person who if you ask "What are you doing at the party?" I would say "I carried a watermelon." This kind of thing has happened lots of times before, which jsut goes to show how pathetic I am.

Some people are naturally good at navigating the social jungle. Everything they say or do is right. With me, I inadvertently end up saying to most insulting things. It's a good thing that I still have some friends who know I don't mean them the way they came out. Otherwise, I would be a very sad person indeed. The girl guides are still being all bitchy. Can't blame them. Find it very amusign though.