This is going to be one of those blogs that requres reader participation, so pay close attention.
I haven’t been living in Arkansas very long and I’m a person who makes friends gradually. I’m wary of new people and takes me a while to find those just-right friends.
So far the best people I’ve met are the K’s. I work with Mr. K, we go to the same church, and they were a huge help to me while the Hub was away. The K’s are established Arkansans: their families are here and they grew up and went to school here. As the new girl, this puts me in the position of trying to fit into a pre-made social scene.
But they have this one friend, Tricia.
The K’s have known Tricia since college and they’ve known her husband even longer. Her husband seems perfectly nice; I’m not so sure about Tricia. Now, don’t get me wrong, I don’t have a problem with Tricia. In fact, how can you have a problem with someone who doesns’t seem to know you exist? Tricia seems unaware of my existence despite the fact that we’ve met multiple times.
The first time we met, she smiled, introductions were made, and we talked for a few minutes. I can’t say that I remembered her name perfectly, but I understood her relationship to the K’s. I also met about six other people that night.
The next time I met Tricia was at Sarah K’s first birthday party. I walked up and began speaking with her and her huband who I had not met before. I realized quickly that she didn’t remember me, so I re-introduced myslef, and reminded her that I work with Mr. K.
So now I’ve met her twice. Then I see her at Mr. K’s softball game. Her husband is also on the team. I’m sitting there with the Hub when I see Tricia. I flash her my biggest "Hi ya" smile and make direct eye contact. She passes right by me without a glimmer of recognition.
So I’m relaying this curious series of events to one of my old college buddies, Cat. I’m sort of questioning this. To be truthful, I’m not really used to being forgotten or over-looked. I’m one of those love her or hate her people–very little in between.
Cat weighed in with her opinion: "She’s probably a stupid cow who knows exactly who you are, and is ignoring you on purpose." Do people do this? And why would they?
But she’s got me thinking. . is Tricia an absent-minded mommie or a stupid cow? All views are welcome on this one.
Fooling around with my colors–hope I didn’t confuse anyone!