I'm just sitting here in my sister's driveway thinking. We got home from our family reunion today and spent the evening doing dinner, games and talking at my parent's house. It was nice. I showed my brother, Brad, how to do Blackberry Messenger and we were messaging back and forth while playing games. It was fun. It was also weird. He was really nice to me. How sad is it that I think it's strange when people are nice to me? There was one time a few months ago when practically everyone at work was saying nice things to me over a span of a few days and I told one of my friends that I thought I was going to get fired. Lol. The people at work aren't usually mean to me. They just don't really notice me that much. Two weeks ago, one of my coworkers said I was pretty much a ghost around the office. It was odd. He just walked up to me and said I was like a ghost. So odd.
Anyways, Brad was being really nice to me and it was just different. It's not that people are always mean to me. But I guess my coworker is right. My brother, Chris, even told me once that I'm invisible. Actually, he's told me that a lot. I just don't talk a lot around most people and it's hard for me to open up about personal things. I'm really not good with new people. Some people, yes, but most new people I have a hard time with. I guess that makes me invisible and ghost-like. Who's going to notice the quiet girl, right?
I guess the thing that surprised me about what Brad was saying is that it hit on some of the things I've been feeling the past several months. I don't talk to many people about most of that stuff and that correlates into people not saying stuff about it. I haven't even talked to him about most of it and he made a few comments that go right with how I have been feeling. It's just so weird. I guess it's because he's been divorced and he knows a lot of the things I've been feeling. He understands because he's been there. We talked a little out at the reunion and it was nice to be able to let some of it out. Especially since he understands some of my feelings from a religious standpoint. It's been frustrating trying to talk to some of my friends in Oklahoma about everything because they don't understand the religious aspect and explaining doesn't always help. They try to understand and be helpful, but it's not quite the same as being able to talk to someone who knows. And someone who isn't judgmental about it. It's nice. I'm glad I have the family I have. They may not always understand me and what I'm going through, but sometimes they do and it's really nice how supportive and loving they are. They're all good people and I love them a lot.
