Life is a funny thing. You kinda stumble through it with a sense of who you are but every now and then someone holds a mirror up to you and it takes a second to recognize the image staring back at you.

A couple of months ago, a girlfriend and I were chatting and shortly therein, we were joined by a few of her male friends. I didn’t know any of them. We laughed ourselves to tears and talked about the Military life. Towards the end, a couple of her guy friends asked about my writing so I gave them the url for the site.

Yesterday as I’m talking to my ex-boyfriend John it dawned on me that I hadn't spoken to my girlfriend. Quick note, John and my friend are childhood pals. So, in an effort to grasp what's happened, I ran it by him.
 

Here’s a summation of the conversation which followed. I’m pretty sure he’ll correct me if I get it wrong:

“Tracy, you still don’t get it. You’re one of those people who command attention even when you don’t seek it. You walk into a room and everyone focuses on you. Some women, even ***, are intimidated—you’re stealing their spotlight. *** isn’t used to having her spotlight stolen.”

“I don’t mean to steal anything. It’s not like I’m flirting with people.”

“You don’t have to flirt. It’s just your personality. People like you. They wanna hear what you have to say. Shit, I ditched my date the night we met! You may have been with (my boyfriend at the time) that night but everyone was looking at you. I was and so was the gay dude!”

“When we were together, that had to suck for you. Why the hell would you want to be with me?”

“I liked you being the center of attention because I got to home with you! The best part was you didn’t realize it. It’s who you are. You make people feel comfortable and some women hate that.”

"John, you're really making me feel like shit."

"Sorry babe. Tell Greg to call me later."

END


I was floored, so I talked to Greg about it. He coughed and um’ed a lot, then seconded John’s deduction. I've spent most of the day in the throes of self-reflection. As I’m weeding through the millions of parties and functions and family gatherings I’ve attended it struck me. They’re right! Somehow I become the center of attention. On further reflection, I realized this is a family trait…in my immediate family: my father, my brother Tim, and myself*.

I felt nauseas. To some, the ability to command a room would be seen as a gift. To be honest, it troubles me to think there’s a part of my personality which causes others pain. So starting today I’m going to make a conscious effort to…to…to…

What the hell should I do?!

It’s not calculated. I don’t flirt. I don’t dress provocatively. I don’t walk in waving road flares. In fact, I’m looking for the chicken wings and celery sticks. Social butterfly? Nope, I’m a social moth. I kinda flutter about, praying no one touches me.

I mingle because I hate when people are left out of the conversation especially when Greg is holding court. He's the social butterfly, not me! I want everyone to feel included...no sitting on the sidelines. Trust me, I don't want your men or the spotlight. Give me a glass of Coke and a seat near the buffet!


On a positive note, my friend and I kissed and made up. Her insecurity and my social mothness was the cause. No surprise there. I’m glad we chatted…it gives me something to examine. I think I need some couch time with my mom. She’ll sort me out.



*My sister Pam is a raging bitch so she gets attention for a whole nother reason. I love you, Pam. :)