Have you ever seen two people meet for the first time, or who don’t know each other very well, talk to each other confidently and comfortably and wonder, how come I can’t do that? Why do I come off sounding like such a lunatic when I try that? And why do I spend so much time thinking about it afterwards?
I once posed a question at a dinner party, to which someone else in the room proclaimed: “Only you, Brie, would ask a question like that!”
What is that supposed to mean? Why am I asking questions other people never think about? Who left the anxious weirdo alone passed midnight with her laptop on so she could write this emo blog post? WHERE’S the kettle so that I can boil water to make JELL-O?
There’s always room for JELL-O