It’s a Sunday afternoon, I have no voice, and I’m fervently procrastinating whatever work or functional, positive, developmental/creative thing I intended to do otherwise. What better point in the time/space continuum for me to continue my procrastination and write on my tumblr?
Networking is awesome.
I was full of beans and fizz and energy; and this, mind you, was on a Friday morning, after having turned in at 1am the night before, after almost an hour-long travelling on a bus, with wet socks and on an empty stomach with only half a (warm) bottle of beer in my belly.
Still awesome. I was restless and eager and bright and cheery all morning; I wanted to sing and shout and run and fly, smiling at everyone. The oddest afterglow in my cheeks.
What had happened was, we’d rolled up to this odd rooftop networking event, about an hour late and after all the rain had fallen, turning everything wet. There was nothing to do but talk, and not much of a view anyway.
So I talked. I said hello, started yammering, got the conversation to an interesting point, then said ‘excuse me’ and went to talk to something else.
I’m an introvert; yet I found this oddly invigorating. Possibly because like very few networking sessions I go to, nobody was trying to sell anyone else anything. Just people talking, slightly drunk, for no good reason at all.
I loathe beer. Cider is tolerable and more than a little flavourful to me, but beer is simply torture. I summon the powers from swallowing lousy JC food and medicines to gulp it down and not say a word, It’s bloating, and bitter, and unpleasant in all sorts of ways. Maybe I’ll learn to appreciate it as I get older, like chilli sauce or coffee.
But the great thing about beer is that it helps me socialise. I go red and my eyes go red and people excuse what would otherwise be terrible social habits. I talk really fast and gesticulate and emote and people seem to relax around me knowing it’s because I’m drunk, rather than worry that I may break out into a song-and-dance routine about the sun shining tomorrow and where you should bet your bottom dollar.
And so I talked and talked and talked and talked. At one point I tried to do the whole charming/challenging thing to a bunch of people who’d heard about us. Blagh, Didn’t go so well — gave out a bunch of cards, but nobody’s added me on FB/LI yet.
Always ask for their numbers, eh?
It’s strange and liberating, and of course I don’t do anything after the networking, which seems a pity, but it’s a start…