Now show casing my new found lack of social grace...

For the first time since I've been home I went to a party this weekend. The majority of the time it all worked out just great, I threw pillows at a boy I barely know, ate chips, watched a super good movie and just hung out and talked to people. It was nice to be back in the social world again, with friends, acting my age instead of like a cat lady sans cats who watches movies until the wee hours of the morning. It was great...except one tiny little part. The goodbyes. Before my 18 month adventure in awkward land, I would have just hugged everyone goodbye and not had a second thought, but now that deep seeded missionary mode made me think twice. So I sat there, as everyone else stood up and hugged each other, in a chair and watched. Then (to add to the strangeity-I know it's not a word, I made it up-of my behavior) one of the guys, the cute one I might add, walks over and shakes my hand! What a good kid, he was just being nice to the awkward, borderline rude girl still sitting in the chair. I felt like an idiot, but couldn't really change the situation now as all the boys who were leaving walked passed me on my throne of social ineptitude and shook my hand as well. I sat there, mentally kicking myself, wondering what was wrong with me. And I'm still wondering. I swear, I must have lost the social mechanism in my brain that helps you gauge social situations and how to appropriately handle them. Maybe I've undergone some Jason Bourne like transformation to total and complete awkwardness and will now have to unravel the mystery before I can effectively re-enter the social world. Who knows, but at least whoever took all my social abilities from me didn't train me on how to use a gun or we'd be in another world of trouble.