Robert and I started working at this retirement community maybe 6 months ago. As the night managers, we also live here. It’s an interesting experience-living where you work.
I’m not very into sharing a lot about myself with the people we work with. They’re all about the same age (50s) and they’re very close. They’re also very nice! I do like them all, but they’re also leading rather “normal” lives, and I’m very aware or how strange I am.
I think this is why I haven’t been blogging, and why I haven’t made much effort to make new friends in general-because I know that at some point, I’ll explain enough for people to know I’m just a bit too weird for them.
There are SO MANY things about me that require explanations, and people are so quick to judge…it’s so tiring.
Things about me that require really long conversations:
I don’t talk to my parents.
I wear different colored shoes.
What I do all day.
How I met my husband.
I’m a vegetarian-what I eat.
What I write about.
How old I am.
….There are more, but these are the things I can currently think of that I try to avoid talking about on a daily basis. I try not to slip and say “My mom used to…” or anything remotely involving age, especially anything that talks about people “my age”. It’s so exhausting!
And what’s the point? The point of keeping it all to myself is how exhausting it is when something slips and I have to explain things to people. You can see the judgment on their faces, hear the disapproval in their questions… it’s exhausting always being the odd one out.
I’m more willing to throw it all out in front of people who I don’t have to see everyday-but this is where I work and live. I don’t need those looks and I don’t need those questions.
