A Fun Night?

So last night I managed to not fit just one or two but three of my favorite things into the course of night. It didn’t help that my foot was killing me but Patti was a sweetheart and got me home, which gave me enough time to soak my feet and relax before the fun started.

Kirby and I hit up Baja Fresh for a late dinner and good conversation. We talked about jobs and school and possible dinner with Samuel on Sunday. Which brought me up to my latest concern that I am meeting Samuel’s mother and stepfather on Saturday for some type of coffee/meal/dessert thing. I didn’t go into much detail but I’ve been on pins and needles about the entire prospect if only that I am NEVER good at meeting anyone’s parents.

I’m not quite sure when I developed this issue but it is not just a ‘possible in-laws-these-people-could-be-in-my-life-forever’ sort of thing because I have the same strange reaction to my friends’ folks too. I guess it is because my history is very different from most and I don’t really have close intense relationships with the family. There have been issues in the past but I’ve let a lot go and now I’m just kind of socially friendly with my family—I mean I love them—but we don’t really talk or hang out or even fight that much.

And when I meet friends’ parents I have one of two reactions depending on the dynamic they have. Parents like Edie’s or Kelly’s--that are normal, still married, get along, talk once a week type people--I don’t get it or understand how that type of family works because it is perfect. I spend my whole time either looking for cracks or feeling like I was brought up by some kind of freaks. Especially if they give me that look of pity when they met me—like ‘oh, his parents are…’

The second type is worse—people who have bad relationships with their parents flip me out even more. This usually because my friends have talked so much about them and what has happened in the past that I dislike them from word of mouth. Meeting this people becomes strained because I don’t want to be around them. And while these people make me think of my family fondly—they still set me on edge.

Of course I was thinking about the conversation when I met up with Ruby later and went into a little bit. I guess I just have to realize it is going to be fine. What’s the worse that can happen?

Oh—the third thing was watching ‘Veronica Mars’. That show rocks.