Aesop was right - you just can't please everybody

Roomie says I am anti-social. She is only the third person who has said that to me. The other two were boring cousins with whom I put on anti-social mask because I see no meeting ground. The rest of my universe think I am hillarious, wildly entertaining and sometimes desperately trying to be friend of the world. Boyfriend thinks I am torn between being the centre of attention, my selfish need to be only with intellectually, stimulating company and my lazy sleep, food and books craving flesh.

I think they are all wrong. And to prove it, I have decided to step up on my social activities. First though, I shall go and do my taxes like a good little non resident alient with no dependents.
Then, to be more socially involved, I called neighbour & colleague KK for lunch with Roomie & I at new ethnic café.

I made pleasant yet untaxing conversation, discussed KK’s fav subjects and even managed to chat with restaurant hostess.

Impressive, I thought till I noticed Roomie’s verbal absence. “Are you ok?”, I ask as KK disappears to restroom. She leans in and whispers over ethnic food “You know when I told you about being more social. I meant it with more interesting people.”

“What?”, I try whispering back while wolfing down steaming chicken (for I am thinking of going on a cleansing fast and soon must conserve protein), “KK is in his interesting mode now.”

Roomie sighs, “Yes,” she looks at me sadly, “But I am in my annoyed-at-KK mode now.”

Oh.

Roomie and I go through modes with KK. He is the quetiest, most intelligent, most unobtrusive person in the world and he is very big brotherly with us. That shouldn’t strictly bother us but somehow it does. I believe the words unsolicitious advice was coined after the omnipotent coiner of words met him.

“Do you think you should climb those stairs, when you are just recovering from a throat infection?” “I don’t think you should go on vacation this year, you know how many accidents there were in that place.” “Why do you want to sleep so soon after eating food?”

There are times when we enjoy his company tremendously and times when we loathe it wickedly. Sadly, these times are not coordinated. My theory is that this ‘love KK hate KK’ cycle shall be coordinated the longer roomie and I room together.

When KK comes back from restroom, I go into hyper mood to ensure all parties are having the best time of their lives.
I talk to KK and make pause to talk with Roomie. I then try joining the two links of conversation to make one harmonious flow of words.

I jabber insanely about décor, giant Plasma screens, Vibrancy of colors (huh?) to fill the pauses that threaten to leak all over my social exercise.

The meal is done and I am verbally dry and exhausted.

We go home and redheadwhite skin best friend calls to come over to celebrate her new halfCubanwineconnoisseur boyfriend’s birthday.

Roomie is recharged and excited to get going.

“Oh no… Pleaseeeeeeeee,” I yell.

No more new, slightly awkard, slighty interesting, chancey social exercises.

I tell her I will come over another day to spend time with her.

“You”, redheadwhiteskin says, “are so anti-social”

I am very misunderstood.