Women

Women are so funny. Men are too but I wasn’t talking to a man. I was talking to another woman, whose name I don’t even know, and this is roughly how it shook out:

her: what are you knitting?
me: a little dolly scarf. I’m really behind. There’s no way I’ll have this done by Christmas (notice the self deprecation, the subtle put down of myself, doubtless based on my own insecurity and anxiety that CHRISTMAS IS COMING)
her: Oh, I’m totally on top of things. I do everything way in advance. I mailed everything out last Tuesday and my cards out today and I’m baking 10 dozen cookies tomorrow out of this book (shows me the book).
me: Oh, that’s very nice. I’d love to be on top of things but it just didn’t happen for me this year.
her: Well, I’m a very organized person.

At which point I began to knit furiously and try to examine what about Her would make her feel so insecure a to want to put me down. I so enjoy these little moments of self awareness.