I have become such a social butterfly. It all started in college when I found myself twenty-four-seven with girls my own age that I had a lot in common with. And now it seems that if I don't get together socially at least three times a week, I have somehow been abandoned, neglected, or misused. Ah, the sad writing career of a socialite!
posted by amelia ruth at 3:14 PM
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I sympathize. Who knew that bookloving wallflowers and introverts needed company and socialization? I've found, much to my surprise (and sometimes, frustration) that a steady glow of laughter and good conversation sometimes sheds light onto a page better than a solitary candle. It reminds me of Austen's Bennet family (everything does!)and Mary's apparent stupidity despite her book learning. I'm so much smarter when I socialize (with intelligent, sincere people)!
Where are you, dear blogging friend? I hope all is well with you and Eddie this second month of 2008...
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