Socialism

As a social person, i have always been able to blend well with any group of people...but as a person, I'm not much of a people person. I'd rather sit by myself somewhere than listen to dull meaningless conversation about "he-said/she-said". Though I do have close friends, I'm the kind of person that is just fine without seeing them for a month or so. Unfortunately, my friends are not like this. It was been 4 days since I had seen any of them. Usually they stop by without notice and decide to interupt my days by "chatting" all day long, coming over at 9am and staying til 6pm. And because I am polite, I do not get anything done that I would have otherwise gotten done, I sit with them and pretend to be entertained by their silly little conversation topics that mean nothing to me. In all honesty, participating in these conversations usually gives me a headache.

Yesterday, a friend of mine who I love dearly as a person but find boring, called me. She notified me that she invited 4 other people...and their kids that she was coming over to my house tomorrow (today). Today, the kids have off from school because of Veteran's Day. They have not been able to watch TV all weekend because Jason has hogged it playing video games. So my plans on sitting with the kids and watching goofy cartoons then dancing around the house (which is what we do when they are home and Jason is not) is not going to happen. I slept in til 10:30 and now have only an hour and 15 minutes before their expected arrival.

Why? Why in the world do people decide to just hop in on other people...granted, my friend calling to at least let me know that they were coming over is new, usually they just stop by. But every time they stop by, I'm the last one to know that there's a get-together at my residence. Kind-a urks me a bit. But rather then being rude, I will most likely do what I do best when they get here: I'll smile and pretend I am interested and make them feel as if they have made my day so much better because of their presence...all the while wishing that they would just go home...with their kids. My home is my home. And i like it kept nice. I don't mind getting out of my house and meeting everyone somewhere else, but whenever they all come over and bring their kids, something gets broken or colored on...and not normal things. I have holes in my walls, crayons I just scrubbed off my walls, hair shampoo just cleaned out of my carpet...all from having their children at my house 4 days ago.

Being that we have so many children between the 5 of us, you would think we would meet at a playground....but then again, that's just me.