I'm Not an Extrovert, But I Play One in Life.

Many years ago, there was a commercial where the actor who played a doctor on a weekly TV show  recommended some over-the-counter drug. "I'm not a doctor, but I play one on TV." The drug company used his name recognition and "expertise" to sell their product, and the quote quickly gained recognition in TV commerical history. Today it's paraphrased and made fun of -  anyone of "a certain age" recognizes it.

I'm not an extrovert, but I play one in life. I can fake it with the best of them.
But deep down inside, I'm anything but.
Do NOT ask me to speak in front of a group.  Don't ask me to lead a group.
Don't put me in charge. Of ANYTHING.

BUT. But. ... You were a teacher.

Yeah. Right.

But my little charges were FIVE or SIX YEARS Old. What did they know? I was always bigger than they were. And stronger (for the most part.)  And they thought I created the heavens and the earth (for the most part).

And people who know me are bent double right now ... laughing ... with, probably, a stitch in their sides ... because ... I talk a lot. In front of people. Yeah, I know. I have a hard time with that. I start out saying I'm going to KEEP MY MOUTH SHUT this time. I am. I really am. But then ... well, I just have to ask something that occurs to me. And then ... something else. And then ... but it's not the same. That's not SPEAKING. That's not LEADING. That's not being in charge. Hey, I'll HELP anyone. I'll follow the leader. I'll facilitate ... BUT DO NOT.. DO NOT put me in charge. Because then ... the ideas dry up. The thoughts do not come. The nerves do weird things. And it is NOT. FUN.  I admire people who can just pick up the phone and DO. They say this and ask that and things happen. STUFF gets done and miracles unfold and it looks so easy. I know people like that. They're just not me.They even call me sometimes and when they do, I even have ideas. As long as I'm not the one in charge. (especially if what has to be done must take place in a kitchen. Then, oh DEAR LORD, help the one who needs food, because I surely can't).

Sometimes, I initiate something, because, darn it, the Lord just WILL NOT let me off the hook, but I always think He must be desperate when that happens.

I suppose you might be wondering what this post is all about. See, the hubs read the title of my blog ... Anabellynn Occasionally Says Something.
He snickered.
Yes, he did.
"That's a blatent lie," he pointed out.
"What," I asked.
He just looked at me.

Oh.

Occasionally. SAYS something.

Okay, I PROBABLY should have titled it Writes something. Occasionally Writes something.

Isn't he a sweetie?