Ok, so I wasn't always awkward. This is something I am pretty much certain about. I blame Facebook and boys for this ailment. Facebook is at fault because it makes it possible to know someone without actually knowing them in real life, making you have to pretend when you actually meet them that you a) don't know someone's name b) don't know their interests, fav. music, and cute/ironic "about me". I am bad at this pretending. Also, I always feel like people know I know who they are, and it becomes some sneaky and annoying circle of awkwardness where we both try not to reveal what we really know.
That is the true essence of awkwardness (awkwardity?), when something lingers in the air unsaid or an event remains unmentioned although you are clearly both aware of it. Essentially, awkwardness is that giant pink elephant in the room no one is talking about. Akwardness is most prevalent (in my case) post hookup. Having been on the receiving end of day after-makeout awkwardness far too many times, I have evolved into an awkwardness initiator. If I act uncomfortable first, I cannot be made more uneasy by their response. This is of course, horribly stupid and annoying. Bobo, one might say. When I talk about "being more brave", that's my awkward way of saying that I should be less awkward. Awesome.
Tomorrow is Wednesday. Best TV day of the week, and always has the potential for a dance party...
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