Awkward, socially awkward.

A group of East Indians get on a bus...no, this is not the beginning of a joke, it is the beginning of my workday. I bus to work everyday from Millwoods, aka "little India." Every morning at the back of the bus you can catch the middle-aged men enjoying their conversation and smiling. This is where I sit, this is wear I plug into my mp3 and sleep. Once in a while I wake and glimpse one of the gentlemen smiling. Once in a while, out of the kindness of their hearts, they wake me up once we get to downtown (even though my stop is the last stop and I usually wake before that).

Even though a couple of weeks ago I told myself not to always listen to my mp3 so I can engage in social conversation, I have rarely done so. Today, the excuse was because I recently acquired Matt Costa's new CD and wanted to figure out if his CD was incentive enough to purchase tickets to his concert next week.

So begins my day with Matt Costa singing to me "words always sound much better coming out of someone else, but put it in a song and I know that we can get along." Along comes one of the Indian gentlemen and he sits beside me smiling and saying "morning." I smile back, but am immediately engulfed with a sense of "oh my gosh creeper." That's when I realized, what the hell, why am I so fearful, when did I grow into this non-social and skeptical person? We continue the bus-ride in silence, mostly because, I still have my mp3 on. I usually fall asleep but I didn't today. When we get downtown, and he is getting off the bus, he says "Thank you." ??? "Have a good day!" Okay... "Have a good day!" I respond.

Am I not the most socially awkward person you know? I even had the thought "this is going in my blog," not "I should talk to my friends about this." But I bet you, this is how people in my generation act and respond. And we wonder why "older people" don't get us! Or perhaps it's just me. Any who, goal for this week, talk to an Indian Gentlemen.