The older I grow, the more antisocial I become. While I have always been shy, I remember being a friendly little girl, wild about play dates and all the imaginative games that came with them.
I remember loving parties in college and grad school, at which I transformed into something wild, something that talked too fast, something that used too many swear words.
So, you see, I wasn't always a recluse. I think it all happened when I got with Ian and felt a switch go off in my head: "Praise Jesus, this dating shit's over. I'm going to go sit on my couch now. Forever."
Maybe it was the shift from age 24 to 25. Maybe it was joining the working world after years upon years of being a student.
Ian: "Why did you go to grad school?"
Laura: "I could say it was because I wanted to better myself, but I respect you too much to lie to your face. I went to grad school because I didn't feel like growing up yet. It was like camp for adult adolescents."
And so I'm a real adult now and I am just about the most unsociable person on the planet. These days, society is kind and calls people like me "introverts" and creates all kinds of articles and Ted Talks about the awesomeness of introverts.
Spare me your euphemisms; I'm okay with my pathological level of reclusiveness. But I do generally hope that Margot is more outgoing than me.
However, it appears Margot might have inherited some of my antisocial traits.
Margot began daycare last week. She's going for half-days until I go back to work full-time in November. She has adjusted rapidly and is growing attached to her teachers.
And I thought she was playing nicely with the other kids. But today her teacher informed me that Margot doesn't like the other babies.
Laura: "She... she doesn't like the babies?"
Teacher: "Not at all! She cries when they touch her and rolls away as fast as she can. She sure can roll! She rolled halfway across the room when James got too close to her."
Laura: "Margot, you don't like your friends?"
Teacher: "Honey, these babies aren't her friends."
Laura: "Margot hates the other babies?"
Teacher: "Sure does."
And there you have it: my baby hates babies. I have been assured that Margot will adjust to the other babies soon.
Of course, Margot screams and cries at all unfamiliar faces, so it's safe to say her disdain extends to all people.
Margot, what do you think of people?
Margot, come on. I have a readership to think of. I want to keep my fans. All four of them.
Much better.
