For my bible belt friends… all in good fun.
“Now turn and greet your neighbor!”
My heart briefly sinks every time I hear that before it returns to the rapid beating of anxiety. My palms go sweaty and I nervously look around in fear- wondering which awkward encounter to have first.
I understand that the “greeting your neighbor” time is suppose to be about fellowshipping with other believers but for me, even a trained and learned introvert, it’s an unpredictable catastrophe of awkward… and germs.
Oh you extraverts snort and chortle in laughter, taking for granted your ability to be calm and whitty at a moment’s notice, to be able to remember your name with the snap of a finger… In fact, you are probably the ones who INVENTED this insanity under the cloaked guise of “making people feel included” or “wecoming new people who are visiting” but HAH! I’m on to you… purpurtraters of … of… phrases like “inserting the foot in the mouth”. You have kept me up many a night with my terrible performance on repeat in my head as I lament into my pillow and think of millions of things I could have said or should have done differently.
I decided, therefore, to confront my biggest church fear (other than being called out to come on stage for an inpromptu solo with the worship band) and logically plan this out so I’m prepared for all awkward encounters I’m sure to have in years to come. Preparation is key- perhaps even some role playing would be a good idea so the words come easily and seem natural in the moment.
Here are the top solutions I have come up with:
1. Problem: The “opps, I sneezed on my hand a few moments ago and now I’m suppose to shake hands with people”
Solution: Depends. I’ve forgotten and shook hands with people before mid-handshake I remember. (The bonus awkward moment is when you wonder to yourself, “did they SEE me sneeze? Do they know?”) The thing to do is keep calm and NOT just let go in a panic and then stumble with your words, trying to explain your sudden jerking of your hand away. They will think you are insane and then quickly turn to another person while you are still talking- making you feel super awkward still standing there… Continue on while smiling and say a prayer for their health once you let go. …which ummmm… is also what you do when you go ahead and shake someone’s hand knowing that your germs are on it. Because, you can rationalize, who knows what is on THEIR hands- probably fecal matter or something much grosser. The final option here is the honest, but sure to be awkward, approach. Just ‘fess up. “I’d shake your hand but I just sneezed on it ” is very appreciated although they will probably look at you like you have 2 heads and say really quick with a plastered smile, “OH- OK!” and then turn to someone else. Personally, I’ve done all three options and I’ve learned to cover my mouth when I sneeze with my LEFT hand.
Extra Tip? Keep antiobiotic gel near by. Regardless.
2. Problem: “Where to turn to greet your neighbor
Solution: at first I was going to say, to your right, because that is the esteemed place of honor in the bible. But, pracitically speaking that won’t always work because if your neighbor also did that, everyone would be looking to the right and no one would be getting greeted. I’m a huge fan of the freeze-in-place-and-look-out-of-the-corner-of-your-eye-to-see-who-makes-the-first-move approach. That’s right, let the extraverts move first then copy what ever it is that they do. Another great solution is let your spouse handle it- see who THEY talk to then follow suit.
Extra Tip? Don’t extend your hand until you have eye contact.
3. Problem: Your Spouse turned one way and you turned the other
Solution: have a previously discussed plan of action. Many times I followed my own advice on the previous rule- the “first move” solution and it worked for ME perfectly. Unfortunalty my sometimes non-observant husband will turn away from me even if I’ve already started an interaction and then it gets weird. This happened to me last Sunday. I waited until someone was looking at me, and I smiled and extended my hand and introduced myself. The person I happened to be talking to was a young man so I instantly went to introduce Ben, which I started to then realized he was having a pleasant… and seeming heart-to-heart with another person. The young man and I awkwardly smiled and I noticed he was in the same predicament. His attractive girlfriend was talking to someone else and eventually we just shuffled away from each other. Not ideal at all. Planning ahead of time is helpful but sometimes these type of situations can’t be avoided.
4. Problem: “Everyone is taking to someone else around me… except no one is talking to ME”
Solution: We have all been there. (Unless you are an extravert who can seamlessly weave yourself into any and every conversation DANGYOU) I’m a huge fan of letting everyone around me talk- A lot of times I keep my phone in my left hand so if no one talks to me I can check the time or look up a bible verse on my YouVision app about how important community and the gathering together of believers is because I’d rather just be at home watching people have awkward conversational exchanges on a televised sermon. The other solution is to just stare at the people not including you until they notice and say hi. The nice thing about that is that as soon as they include you in the conversation you have sucessfully transferred the awkwardness from yourself to THEM. Score. The burdon on conversation is mainly on them and all you have to do is try to answer a few easy questions like how you are. Another solution is if you are there with a spouse or friend, latch onto them in a supportive kind of way.
5. BONUS: Ben’s “it is awkward for me- is it awkward for them?! The awkward cycle that never ends…”
Solution: Unless you are an extravert, scoring a lunch date with the cool, new couple probably isn’t going to come from this time. Keep it short and simple. The more you deviate away from “Hi, how are you?” and “My name is (fill in the blank)” the more likely it’s going to be uncomfortable for everyone. The thing is with awkward is most everyone feels that way during the meet ‘n’ greet time- the more you think about it the more you will exude and sweat it out from every. single. pore. Don’t think, “is this as awkward for them as it is for me?” while shaking their hand because it becomes obvious somehow and then you know that they know you feel awkward, and then you know that they know and… you get the picture.
My last tip is one Ben and I have done (accidentally) for years: Just be late. Miss it. JUST KIDDING!
As we have grown, our final tactic is just smile and embrace the awkward.
If you found this helpful, check out my Guide to becoming a Gather Vocal Band Member Person
I love heels. If you follow me on Twitter, Facebook or Instagram you may have saw a picture of some killer heels that I wore recently. I got them at a thrift store and they were exactly the brand and PRICE I was wanting.
Now I feel sassy, grown-up and classy wearing them with my skinny jeans. I’ve met my first goal of my New Year, New You series that I’m writing about in my Exercise Nothings tab- I didn’t really talk about it but my goal was to fit comfortably in my jeans that I had muffin-topped out of over the summer and fall.
Starting to run had multiple goals, the first of which was to re-fit myself in my jeans…. Since I’ve really not lost that much weight, getting into my jeans is pretty encouraging since it shows I’ve lost inches. (shooting myself that I didn’t measure myself before starting to exercise!)
THAT BEING SAID, I got dressed and went to church. My church is the type that jeans are ok in… which is great with me because it’s cheaper to go to a casual church. I love my church and the random, eclectic people that attend. I love the large influx of college students in the spring and fall. It makes the atmosphere different. I enjoyed the sermon, the challenges and the worship music.
After the service, while the band still was playing, an elder of our church came up to me and gave me a hug. He is a grandfatherly type, full of hugs and encouragement. I leaned over to embrace him and lost my footing in my high heels… grabbed on to him, clinging and felt him loose his balance too. We slowly leaned back- with complete eye contact- about to collapse into the chairs behind us… it was in slow motion… I felt myself teetering more and more and images flashed through my head of sprawling out on the floor, knocking over chairs and the elder breaking his hip or leg… ohhh and Ben would never let me live this down…
and somehow, and I’m not sure if an angel swooped in or what but suddenly we were standing upright, awkwardly chucking. We separated and made polite chit-chat for a few minutes. Wanting to slap myself in the forehead as he walked away, I noticed his wife was also wearing high heels and wondered if this ever happened to her… probably not, she has that aura of class that I hope and pray to achieve some day!!!
To some, this may serve as a cautionary tale to NOT to wear your super high stiletto heels… but for me, the risk comes with the reward of the almost 5 extra inches and feeling of accompanying sass. Ohhhhh yes, it’s worth it.