Something to look less forward to

The problem with looking forward to something for a long time is that it doesn’t exactly live up to expectations. I guess I wasn’t sure what to expect at quilt night. The Husband thought they would be nice but have little cliques and probably be little old ladies. Chalicat also thought they would likely be old. I guess I figured they would be a mix of ages and generally be a friendly bunch.

Ok, they were a friendly bunch. And yeah, I was most likely the youngest person in the room. I am guessing the youngest people there besides me were in their forties. But they weren’t as old as I expected, either. Most of them had not yet hit the big six-oh as they talked about that a bit.

But I am easily intimidated. Instead of being friendly and open myself, I mostly spoke to the person next to me and that was about it. I didn’t try to jump into any conversations they were having (except once when I mentioned I went to school with the granddaughter of a shopkeeper they knew…that seemed to touch a nerve or two, oops) and I definitely didn’t try to lead any conversation. There wasn’t tons of quilting talk but most everyone seemed to be working on something, even if it was not a quilt. I was a little disappointed that there wasn’t a hey-there-is-a-new-person, let’s introduce ourselves and give a brief self-history moment. The woman sitting next to me did tell me everyone’s name and said a little something about each person, but it isn’t the same, especially since nobody really seemed interested in learning anything about me. A few did ask about my project. This maybe is to be expected. Maybe they see tons of people come and go and until I demonstrate regularity I’m no big deal. Who knows.

So. I’m going to go back again for at least two or three more months before deciding if I like it or not. I mean, I did enjoy last night. I just didn’t feel like I fit in. That is not an unusual feeling for me, though, so I should just get over it.