I am not a fan of situations where I must introduce myself. And no, it is not because I have an acute fear of saying my name or having people talk to me. Rather, I hate the conversation that follows an introduction. It is as if one must cram every single documentary-worthy life experience into the next two minutes of conversation. The following is an example of how I feel during said conversations:
Person talking to me: “Hey, my name’s Lloyd (I didn’t want to use a name that might be someone that I know). What’s your name?”
Me: “Hello Lloyd, my name’s Dan. Nice to meet you.”
Person talking to me: “Likewise. So what do you do?”
Me: (At this point I want to respond, “All I do is win, win, win no matter what”, but I control that urge) “I am currently a psychology student at a small private university in Ohio. What do you do?”
Person talking to me: “Well, I just got back from a one year stint with the Peace Corps and am now trying to figure out exactly where I want to go with my life. I plan to take the next year off to just travel around in an old airstream that my grandpa gave me and let life open up to me.”
Me: (After this statement I begin wracking my brain to try to think of something neat that I have done to counteract his story of intense humanitarianism and epic-ness (is that a word? Oh well, it is now), but the problem is that I cannot think of anything spectacular that I have done) “Oh wow, that’s incredible. Where did you go with the Peace Corps?” (And with that I have let my new acquaintance take over the conversation because I had nothing cool to share with him)
Ok, so at this point you may think that I am a melodramatic exaggerator, and yes, that may be true to some extent. However, this is how I feel in most introductory conversations. I do not have a lot of experiences to draw from to make the conversation interesting, and quite frankly, that is getting old. The purpose of my blog is for me to chronicle my attempts at spicing up my life. I do not want to have a more interesting life just so I can make myself seem better in conversations; instead, I want to lead a fuller life so I might look back on it one day and not regret missing out on things. This blog may end up being a failure, with only one person (my mom) reading it, but even if it is, at least it is pushing me to try new things.