“I’m not crazy I’m just a little unwell
I know, right now you can’t tell
But stay awhile and maybe then you’ll see
A different side of me…”
-Matchbox 20

Last night, my BFF and I went to the visitation for our friend’s dad who passed away last week. The family was receiving visitors from six to eight at a local funeral home, but the thing is that it was different than any other “visitation” I had ever been to because he’d been cremated. It wasn’t a viewing so much as a chance to pay respects. That’s cool and all because seeing dead bodies really isn’t my thing, necessarily.

The thing is, though we are friends with this guy who just lost his dad, we aren’t tight with him. We’re definitely “surface level” friends. I know a lot about him but only because he likes to fill out surveys on MySpace (favorite color: orange; favorite place to hang out: Party Island). Have I ever really had a chat with him about his feelings? No. Have I hung out with him since high school? That would be a negative.

Factor in to this that I am really bad at funeral type stuff, it was just a total recipe for disaster. If I am not totally gutter-brained at a funeral, then I am inevitably smacked with the fact that I’m not sure of what to say. As we were walking in to the funeral home, I told my best friend, “I am really bad at this stuff – I have no idea what to say, and I’ll probably say something really stupid.”

We entered the very full funeral home (I’m glad that so many people turned out to pay their respects – because I’m thinking that for our friend that had to be cool knowing that his dad would be missed), and didn’t recognize a soul. We’re from a small town, so I figured that maybe some of his other friends would show up to be supportive of him. Nope. BFF and I hung back for a long time, not wanting to approach him – we looked at the flowers and the photos, and finally we bit the bullet and decided to go give our condolences. And it was straight up the most awkward conversation I have had all month, and possibly all year (I can’t say “of all time” because really, I’m sure I’ve had more awkward convos). We had no idea what to say to him besides, “We’re sorry for your loss” and the typical stuff like that. We then turned heel and busted out of there to a local sports bar to have a drink and laugh at our social awkwardness.

Last night, I had a dream that I ran into a girl from high school who told me that her baby was sick, that there was something wrong with its limbic system (yes, I googled that this morning, because though in my head “limbic system” sure sounded serious, I had no idea what it really was – goes to show that maybe I watch too much medical dramas on TV, perhaps?), and they thought her baby would die soon. And you know what? Even in my dream I was tongue tied and didn’t know what to say. Ugh!

It is definitely one of my crazy quirks. For Tuesday, spill the beans – tell me something about yourself that is quirky or crazy….