Disjointed or well-connected?
My weekend made me feel like a pinball bouncing from (what are the components inside a pinball machine called, anyhow?) gizmo to boing-y thing, sometimes racking up points but mostly generating light flashes and noise.
Friday night, book club with one group of women. Saturday morning, envelope-stuffing for our local high school’s alcohol-free all-night grad party. Saturday afternoon, middle school band concert. Saturday night, BBQ for the crew team. And three more disparate events the next day. Each time, I was with almost completely different people, no overlaps.
As a borderline extrovert-introvert, I found this was just too much bouncing around. I usually look forward to “group events,” but I encountered too many different groups.
Maybe I just need to join a bowling team and forget all the rest.
