Creativity Stores in Fat Cells

Posted on February 28, 2008 and filed under Parenting and Other Misnomers..., Articles

By, Sonja Stewart

True story. I honestly believe fat cells keep ideas stored inside of them. It’s got to be scientific, in some amazing doctor’s journal somewhere published in make believe,

usa. The thing is, every time I put on my little workout walking dvd, I come up with amazing ideas. Sure, it probably has something to do with the blood flow getting all the way to my brain or whatever, but I like to believe all my fat cells are being zapped by the enormous amount of cardio I’m doing, and as they release into the atmosphere, they let my great ideas escape from their globulous prison and I become inspired.

Let me have my fantasy.

So, yesterday we went on a playdate, my little Jo-Jo Bean and me. We went to the discovery center and met with a woman I know from church. I don’t think I’ve blogged about the extreme amount of social anxiety I struggle with whenever I have to meet new people. I may have touched on the battle a little bit in my “ghetto bambi” blog. But anyway, I freak out when I have to hang out with new people. Seriously, it’s a problem. I have to force myself out of my house. It’s so lame, I know. But I’m working on it. The problem is, social anxiety is one of those things that, the more I think about it, the worse it gets. I keep replaying conversations I’ve had over and over in my head, and think about how I should have said something differently or not at all. I have this horrible habit of talking really fast when I’m nervous. It’s like I’m Llyod Dobbler from “Say Anything.” I have a nervous “talking thing.”

The weirdest thing is people don’t know it. “Oh, if I only were as social as you,” I’ve heard friends and even my own mother say to me. (Which is bizarre because she is like the queen of social stuff…but that’s another blog…hm, maybe it’s genetic.) But I think I mask my social anxiety by talking a lot. I revert to tricks I learned, like ask the person questions about themselves. This is a great one by the way. It helps you to get to know other people and to get out of your own mixed up, nutty head.

I digress. We had a great time. This woman has a two and a half year old son who gets along with Jo Jo great. She’s from So Cal, so we have a lot in common. She told me she was home schooled, and I was like, “but you’re so cool…”

and then I realized my nervous talking thing was being exposed.

Damn.

Two steps forward, one step back.

Questions, comments, complaints?  Email me at: Sonja @  IncMoms . com