The struggle of being a former New Yorker/Washingtonian/Arizonan in an excessively friendly southern state is all too real.
One of the hardest things about being a transplant in the south is the challenging adjustment of having to talk to people.
Especially extraordinarily friendly people, because they make me feel like a sorry excuse of an ill-mannered human being.
For someone naturally reserved, such unexpected conversations with enthusiastic random strangers can be grounds for a full-blown anxiety attack.
On an exceptionally good day, I can plaster on my most natural fake smile.
Then I cross my fingers, in hopes that my face won’t actually freeze that way.
Especially if I am unintentionally bearing teeth.
When I’m out walking around my neighborhood and people go beyond the perfunctory wave and vocalize their greeting, or worse, initiate a conversation?
What am I supposed to do then?
The obvious answer, of course, is to make a run for it.
I go outside to throw away the trash in my pjs in broad daylight and the neighbor twelve houses down to the left with the terrifying horse-sized Scottish Deerhound smiles and starts waving a little too enthusiastically.
My typical instinct is to discreetly crouch down and scuttle away like the stealthy ninja that I am.
Suddenly, my brain is rapidly firing off panic signals.
Crap! You made eye contact! What were you thinking?
“How ya doing? Nice day out, don’t ya think?”
Great. Now the neighbor wants to make conversation while you’re standing outside like a fool in your Hello Kitty pajamas!
“A shame about that field being plowed down for another housing development, ain’t it? Where all them cows gonna go now?”
Might as well be standing outside naked. Maybe that’d be less awkward.
Must. Get. Out.
Quick! Excuse yourself! Get out of there NOW!
The last time I had been caught off guard by a neighbor, I managed to back out of there after a record time of 1 minute and 28 seconds.
By pleading a bathroom emergency.
Classy, I know.
But it was the best I could do after my overactive brain presented the pitiful excuse on a silver platter.
Yet once again, my brain is tasked with conjuring up “logical” excuses while my neighbor continues on with his riveting monologue about cows.
I’ve narrowed down my choices.
I have to go because:
a) Dinner is almost ready, and I need to go turn the oven off
b) The house is now on fire because dinner has been in the oven 5 minutes too long
c) The kids are beating each other within inches of their lives with Nerf swords
d) All of the above
While all of these seem like perfectly rational justifications, I naturally go with the most plausible one.
The house is on fire.
Not seeing the thick gray smoke?
Really?
Well, gotta go! See ya later!
~Happy Friday, friends! I’m sure all my fellow introverts out there can relate to this one all too well. Have a fantastic weekend!~
(Southern Inhospitality originally appeared on Comically Quirky on 8/6/15)
Haha! I totally get this one. It seems fun to read but totally strange and silly.
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I have an impressive tendency to attract the strange and silly in life. 😉
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And small talk can never pass for a sincere relationship.
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How true that is. Maybe that’s why I struggle so much with the concept of small talk. If I don’t have anything productive to say, I’ll probably just keep my mouth shut. 😜
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Me as well!
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Our neighbors have been more of the wave as they pass by, but I have been known to take the trash out in my pjs. lol.
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That’s the perfect way to be neighborly- wave and keep going. Sound like my kind of people. 😛
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Cow monologues are more drawn out when southern people tell them. Heck, “howdy ma’am” could have eight syllables. I’ve been cornered by neighbors, too, but never in my PJs. Walking a people-loving dog with perma-drool and muddy feet who’s straining at his leash to go meet them is a good deterrent. Introverts Unite! Or don’t. 🙂
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I am amazed at the talent it must require to turn a one syllable word into a word that now has more syllables than I could’ve ever imagined. Who needs bread when you can have bray-uh-eh-ed?
“Introverts unite! We’re here! We’re uncomfortable! And we want to go home!” 😛
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I don’t think the neighbors here are as overly friendly as they may be in The South, but I do still take great pains to avoid them… even going so far as to peek out the window to see if anyone’s milling about before going outside (In the rare instances I actually do go outside!) They probably see me as “The Quiet One” who they’ll be talking about to some news reporter someday….
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Oh God, I hope THAT won’t be the reason we all see you on the news one day… 😛 😛 😛
I also do the window-peek thing to decide whether it’s safe to venture out, at times. Especially if I don’t want to be bothered to get out of my pjs. 😀
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LOL! Due to the position of my house I have to journey a little way to put my bin in an easy access place. I run with it in my robe with hair on end. One time a man waved in his own pjs, relating to me 🙂 In England people can be so reserved as a whole. Northerners can be the most outgoing.
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Smiling and waving is usually acceptable conduct. Props to your fine neighbor for not strolling over and starting up an awkward conversation while you drag around a trash can. 😛
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I’m from South Carolina, and I feel your pain. Raised here, but I’m definitely not feeling the friendly Southerner vibes, the talking, and so on.
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I’ve come to the conclusion that a person is naturally inclined to be either an introvert or extrovert regardless of where they are from.
For instance, for every million New Yorkers who will keep their heads down and dash into oncoming traffic to avoid unnecessary conversation, there’s always going to be that one guy who can’t help but smile, wave, and run his mouth incessantly until someone comes along and begs him to shut the hell up. 😛
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It’s so funny Angelica how you write about experiences that we all can relate to. As for me, when I see someone that I know is going to talk to me or I encounter a stranger that wants to start a conversation, I immediately pull out my cellphone and start talking. If I want to make a quick getaway, I make it sound like I forgot some important engagement and dash off.
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Haha! I’ve used the “busy on my phone” approach before, too. That’s the nice thing about smart phones; there are many ways to suddenly become preoccupied. Oh, look! An important text! Gotta go! 😛
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Just tell people that you left the stove on in your meth lab. They’ll understand.
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Hahaha!!! 😂 Now that is epic! If nothing else, that’ll certainly eliminate the possibility of any future conversations. 😆
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This is the comment of the year on any blog I have read! LOL!
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I was just trying to help a friend 😛
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I can’t lie; this may well be the most helpful advice I’ve ever received. You ought to start an advice column! 😀 😛
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Haha, I think I will!
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Great! Go for it! 😀
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Since moving to North Carolina 25 years ago I have become one of those talkative neighbors.
I’m sure if the house is on fire, the fire department will come along by sometime. Now, I just finished baking a wonderful blueberry pie and didn’t know if you wanted to stop by and enjoy a piece with me. 😀
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Ooh! I’d love some blueberry pie! But I must warn you, I’ll probably (purposely) keep my mouth full at all times to avoid any possibility of conversation. Keep those pies coming! 😂😂😂
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I grew up in the Deep South and friendliness and hospitality were just a fact of life. I’m not sure how I grew up to be such an introvert! So I feel your pain.
And, now that I think about it … maybe that’s why I developed the habit of getting completely dressed before I take out the trash or go check the mail.
Great post! Keep ’em coming.
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Oh, that’s funny! I guess if you’re an introvert, you’re an introvert. No amount of forced conversations can change that. 😉😆
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True! No one was ever able to cure me of my introversion!
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Oh, but I’m sure they’d all be thrilled if suddenly you went from being a quiet guy to the guy that never stops talking! 😛
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Sometimes it takes half an hour to walk down the block in my neighbourhood with all the friendly “hellos” and talk…luckily I know of some short-cuts and boy do I get a laugh when I run into someone doing the same thing! I’m left with the “deer caught in headlights” image and those “Hello Kitty” pajamas, such fun!
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I’m really not sure if this is something to be proud of, but I tend to walk at a rather brisk pace. It seems to eliminate frequent stops for conversation while still allowing for a friendly smile and wave… 😛
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I am a life-time southerner and I find I am too friendly at times. Not everyone likes that even fellow southerners.
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Friendliness is a wonderful quality. So is kindness. You, my friend, exhibit both of these fine qualities, and there’s absolutely no shame in that. You’re awesome. 😉
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That’s pretty good. I did time in Arizona (Tucson). I can’t wait to get back there.
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I think I like Arizona far more now that I no longer live there. Funny how that is! 😛
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Grass always seems greener for some reason.
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Exactly 🙂
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I thought I’d read this before lol glad you out the disclaimer at the bottom so I know I’m not crazy!
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Lol! No, you are definitely not crazy. 😛 Nearly three years later, this one’s still one of my very favorite posts. 😀
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Well, bless your heart. A glass of Sweet Tea will make you feel better.
. . . coming from a North, NJ guy who has lived in South Carolina for 22 years now..
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Bless your heart… now there’s a southern phrase that no amount of sweet tea can take the sting out of. “Oh, he’s just the nicest lad, but I reckon he’s as dull as a door nob. Bless his heart!” Uh huh 😛
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No sting intended 😊
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Oh, I know. 😁
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Hah. Pretty much. I’m as introverted as they come. I also live in Texas. Luckily I don’t have any close neighbors. That might drive me nuts.
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Don’t get me wrong; there are some benefits to having neighbors. But when I’ve got a bag full of trash in my hand and I’m not appropriately dressed to actually be seen, things get even more awkward. 😛
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Hah. Well, you can’t be any worse than me in my “Davy” Dukes (which I wear everywhere and don’t give a crap LOL).
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I’d live in my pajamas if I could. It’s just so comfortable. 😛
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I’m all about comfort. When away from your job do whatever. No skin off my teeth.
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😁
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As always – a great, funny and witty post. I was over on twitter, when your deer in the headlights came up. Glad I came over. I’m a very private person. My worst nightmare is having to make small talk.
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Ha! The deer in headlights look is hands down the best representation of when I’m caught off guard and suddenly involved in a conversation I couldn’t escape from quickly enough. 😛
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I have used the bathroom excuse my whole growing up in Georgia and as an adult in Mississippi. It works. No one wants to question it!
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Haha! True enough! And if anyone were to question it, it would make things even more awkward than they already were… 😛
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Transplanted to the South? Introvert? I relate thoroughly. J.
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The joys of being an introvert in a land of extroverts, huh? 😛
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Exactly. Also a non-hugger surrounded by people who want to hug. J.
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Yikes! I hope you’ve planned some effective escape strategies. 😀
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Sometimes I escape. Sometimes I grit my teeth and bear it. J.
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Next time you could pretend to have a highly contagious cold, and cough and sneeze your way out of those unwanted, awkward moments. 😅
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