A few years ago I was watching an episode of "Little People, Big World." In this particular episode the teenagers were going to a Little people conference so they could socialize with other little people. And I thought to myself, "man, that would suck to have to go to a conference to meet people. Like, who does that?" It struck me as a very awkward social situation and I felt sorry for those poor kids being forced to attend. I remember feeling very superior and very tall.
Well I don't feel quite so tall anymore, because this past weekend I, of my own free will (and some empty threats from Camie), attended an equally awkward conference to meet people. It was a conference for single Mormons in their 30s and 40s. It had the potential to be tremendously painful and exponentially embarrassing. So, being the cautious (aka cynical) lady that I am, I went in with extremely low expectations.
But it was fun!
And I met some cool people!
And I laughed a LOT!
And I met some cool people!
And I laughed a LOT!
No one was more surprised than I, of that I can assure you. (This low-expectation strategy is really panning out.)
Enjoying this event really hinged on being less critical. I think I've definitely mellowed out over the years because now I can just chuckle good-naturedly when I hear people say things like "The second time I took the Bar ... " (vs the fourth or fifth time), "You can call me 'Hey You'," or my personal favorite, "So, enough about Perrier."
Awkward? Yes. Weirder than the Little People convention? Eh, it's a toss up. All in all, pretty damn fun.
2 comments:
I love that you went to this conference. And love that you actually had a good time. Well done.
Did they stuff you all on a boat so you had no real choice but to mingle?
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