I Am That Girl

Last week, my father’s brother, otherwise known as Uncle Bob, left a comment on one of my posts that I would like to call your attention to. By the way, Uncle Bob – can you believe the comment you so innocently left is now the subject of a post? It’s like you’re famous. You better start practicing fancy ways to sign Uncle Bob because people will be asking for your autograph.

So, my Uncle Bob, who I find to be an interesting and rather humorous guy, left this tongue-in-cheek comment on a post last week:

“Why aren’t you this funny in person?”

I would like to say three things in response. One, thank you for taking the time to read my blog, Uncle Bob. I know how very busy your days have become. Two, thank you for thinking my blog is funny. It’s a real compliment. And three, I am not this funny in person because I am That Girl.

I am That Girl, who, in person, tries to be funny, but typically comes off as lame. I am That Girl who tries to deliver a clever retort to a teasing remark and only musters up, “Yeah? Well…you’re…I…” then makes a pouty face. And since I’m on the subject, I might as well admit that I am also That Girl who always ALWAYS got hit in the head with the volleyball or basketball in gym class and I’m also That Girl who can either be awesome or incredibly awkward in social settings.

What I’m trying to say is that although wit does come naturally to me, I am typically the only one who finds it to be funny. In other words, no one else thinks I’m as funny as I do. Don’t get me wrong; I do have occasional moments where I entertain more than just myself and you can be sure I feel a swell of shock and pride any time I make another person genuinely laugh.

All this brings me to one conclusion. There is a reason I like to write, and it doesn’t stem from a sneaky way to avoid athletic activities or interacting with other people. I like to write because it affords me the time to think and rethink every word I put down (however, these days, I barely have time to proofread for spelling errors and there are times when that shows). Writing lets me make up for all those times when I didn’t know what to say back, but ironically found the perfect words hours later.

So, I guess, Uncle Bob, this is my long-winded version of a “clever” retort to your witty comment. Be glad you asked via my blog, cause my response in person would’ve been “Ummmmmm…Hey, look! There’s a ham roll!” (Sorry, that’s a top-secret family joke).

P.S. Thanks again for reading, Uncle Bob! We’re wishing you the best.

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