On Being needled

Knitting and crocheting and spinning are supposed to be easy. Fun. Adventurous. In short, everything that isn't like one's real life. So why in the name of all the Furies has it become sad and sorry? I've decided to reclaim the fun and intrigue of my current obsessions by engaging in self-talk. Of course those who are interested enough to stop by will also be privy to whatever's rattling around in my noggin.

I have a relatively un-stressful life...a quasi-technical job, a roommate, and a boyfriend. I play with yarn and yarn-related accessories with a group of free-spirited cool folks, and I sleep more than I probably should. I say all of this to say: I should be stress free. And yet I'm not. Interaction with other people has always been sorta...a work in progress and it takes a lot of work. A lot. So it's hard to see the end of things. When I left college to come back home, I left a lot of friendships there and it was hard. When I decided to socialize in town, it was hard. Seeing it change is hard. Sometimes the quiet ones come for the camaraderie and stay to listen and learn.


So what needles me at the moment: seeing a lot of people who unhappy, all of whom are friends in one way or another. Not being sure if I should attend meetings because I don't want to offend anyone. Wondering if anything could have been done.

Currently being needled: more washcloths, 'cause I keep losing my 'real' ones. And also because I've a wedding to make cloths for.