In Which I Relate Skiing to Being Social

If you follow The Blergh on Instagram, you know that I've been on a trip to a land of mountains and snow.

If you don't follow The Blergh on Instagram, why don't you?  I highly recommend that you follow it now @theblerghblog.  It's good.  Honest.

Anywho, I've been on a ski trip.  My family and I go every year.  We stay with friends, hit the slopes, and have a general good time.  This trip is something I find myself dreaming about for a while before and after, and I savor it while I'm here.

This year, my family and I have a red-eye flight home.  As I'm writing this, I'm sitting in bed at eight pm while I should be trying to sleep so that I don't peacefully drift off during the airport security check tonight.

But I'm not trying to sleep, because downstairs there are two guys playing pool.  I can hear the satisfying hit of the pool stick(is it called a stick? pole? haha, pool pole) with the ball.  They had been playing music, too, and I tried to listen and hear what the songs were.

I've been wanting to talk to and hang out with these guys for a while.  I've had plenty of instances in which I could approach them, but all it has come to is a mutual mumble of "hey" and a quick aversion of eyes.  Why can't I be friendly??

I love to ski in the trees.  I'm not sure why it's so much fun- I guess I just like to have obstacles to weave in and out of.  Plus, snow-covered trees are absolutely beautiful.  But when I ski in trees, there almost always comes a dilemma.  I stop, look down, and there in front of me is a steep, twisty path around a big tree rooted in a deep hole.

I have two options:  I can scoot and stumble and shift until I'm safely around the turn- but right in the path of another, surely- or I can reach my pole downhill and swoop down that turn.

So here I was, laying in bed, half-trying to sleep and half-eavesdropping on the guys downstairs, when an epiphany hit me:  The kind of social interaction I described is similar to skiing in the trees!
I literally sat up in bed and muttered to myself, "I have to blog about this."  Now that I'm writing it down, it seems kind of silly.  But I'm going to go through with this.

That's what it's all about, really:  Going through with it.

If I take that scary turn around the tree, I will either have great success, feel like a awesome skiier, and move confidently onto the next turn- or I'll fall, and probably swear and whine a lot about it.
Similarly, I could go up to those guys and start a conversation, and they could be totally cool about it and include me and we could be the best of buds.  Or, I could stumble over my words,  say half of it in Spanglish, and end up looking and feeling ridiculous.

Then there's the second option:  scoot away from the turn at a snail's speed and end up at another turn which I will have to do the same on.

This is the equivalent of the awkward "hey".

I fell a few times while skiing around the steep, scary turns, but there were other times that I swooped around them and felt like I was flying.  And I kept telling myself that I could do the same with people, but alas.  Why do you think I'm sitting in bed, blogging, instead of downstairs, playing pool with friends?

I said a lot of "hey"s.  One time, I said, "Excuse me.  Sorry" (If you're curious, the reply was, "No worries").   But someday, I will have a full-on conversation with them.  I will. >:D

This post turned out a lot cheesier than I expected it to.  Hmm.  Maybe this post inspired you.  I don't see how, but if it did, you should take the turn.  And, by take the turn, I mean comment on The Blergh. ;)

World peace and love,
Heather <3

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