{"id":503,"date":"2005-02-28T09:02:49","date_gmt":"2005-02-28T09:02:49","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.dimsumdolly.com\/?p=503"},"modified":"2005-02-28T09:02:49","modified_gmt":"2005-02-28T09:02:49","slug":"wallflower","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.dimsumdolly.net\/?p=503","title":{"rendered":"Wallflower"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I was going to post a blog entry about small talk when an aptly timed column appears in today&#8217;s issue of Life! on the same subject matter.<br \/>\nThe columnist today writes about how difficult she finds making small talk and how she&#8217;s constantly amazed at how some people seem to excel in it. I find myself facing the same situation every time I&#8217;m with a huge group of people at a party or some other social function.<br \/>\nI marvel at how some of my friends can work the room so easily. I observe them and others and am impressed by the way they talk to each other as if they have known each other for the longest time. I so cannot do it. I&#8217;m like some wallflower in all these social functions. I just like to stick with a familiar group of people and not bother with anything else. Which of course doesn&#8217;t do much for my networking skills to say the least.<br \/>\nBut really, being in these big social functions and parties scare the hell outta me. I think I&#8217;m just socially inept. While I don&#8217;t think I&#8217;m the pits when it comes to making small talk, I&#8217;m not the kinda person who&#8217;s the life of the party either.  I think I usually do better in small group situations. I&#8217;m not unfriendly. It&#8217;s just that those social events where small talk prevails intimidate me.<br \/>\nAh well, at least I know I&#8217;m not alone!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I was going to post a blog entry about small talk when an aptly timed column appears in today&#8217;s issue of Life! on the same subject matter. The columnist today writes about how difficult she finds making small talk and &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/www.dimsumdolly.net\/?p=503\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[8],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-503","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-musings-mullings"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.dimsumdolly.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/503","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.dimsumdolly.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.dimsumdolly.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.dimsumdolly.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.dimsumdolly.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=503"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.dimsumdolly.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/503\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.dimsumdolly.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=503"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.dimsumdolly.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=503"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.dimsumdolly.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=503"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}