... the end of awkward moments ...

What would life be like without the multitude of awkward moments that make up my day?

No more moments of nervous fidgeting --
                        pulling at shirt sleeves, hands in pockets, rocking on heels,
                        pulling at shirt sleeves, tuck hair behind ears,
                                               hands in back pockets, rocking on heels, cross arms ...

No more moments of stumbling over, tripping over, stopping short of words.
No more losing words.
No more being halfway through a sentence and realizing the other person looks like they've just found a pebble in their lentils.

Without a vice, I'm a bit lost on the social interaction front.

As a smoker, the entrance was always well lit --

need a light? got a light? can I bum one?  need one? let's go have one!

Imagine standing in a crowded bar and asking a potential friend:

                  "Want to step outside for 5 to 6 minutes and talk?"

Unless you're trying to jump someone's tonsils it's not exactly an ideal socializing plan.

But hey, here's to my health!  And thank goodness for it!

And the truth is awkward moments are never going to end.
Everybody's different (yada yada) our thoughts are not  the same (of course) -- if only communication could go telepathic!

So I guess what I really need is an end to the agonizing moments afterwards spent analyzing every minute detail of each awkward moment throughout each day.

No more wondering: did I say the wrong thing?  did I say too much?  not enough? maybe I shouldn't have said anything at all?

What a life it could be!

A life without anxiety?

What a life it would be!