Spending the weekend with my friend and her fiancé in the country should have been relaxing, but for the social dysfunction. On the drive up, sitting in the backseat of the cluttered SUV, I sensed distinct disapproval blowing my way. This made me nervous. I couldn’t decided if I should chat them up or shut the fuck up for fear that I should be perceived either as an insufferable gasbag or a surly stick-in-the-mud. During the car ride and throughout the weekend, I couldn’t shake the feeling that my offending personality was just being tolerated. Just.
Am I a jackass? Because if I’m not, then why do I get the sense that everybody thinks so? And, why is this sensation increasing in frequency over the past several years?
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