On my recent flight from San Jose for BlogHer, I sat across the aisle from a guy I recognized from the convention as a WordPress programmer. I argued with myself over whether I should say hi, it being extremely early and me having the proclivity to insert my foot in my mouth whenever I randomly approach strangers.
The entire weekend had been an exercise in tempering my personality so I don’t seem like a complete lunatic.
I said hi and ended up having a tremendously nice conversation with him.
As I got off the plane, I was feeling high as a kite because I am, in actually, not as socially awkward as I might think I am. I went to the Dallas airport bathroom and did my business, proud of myself for going out on a limb and making a connection. I’m ready to own the world, I thought to myself.
That’s when I realized I had tucked my dress into my leggings and was parading around for a nice cross-section of the world.
This, my friends, is how humility works.
I’ve been kind of (read: very) lazy on the commenting front for the last few posts. Please know that I always appreciate every comment that you take the time to write and that once I get my act together, I’ll be a lot less antisocial.