the wiener mom has a slightly unnatural obsession with adults that are nice to her

Help! Just found out last night my hair stylist is gone! Where? Don't know! I am in serious shock and disbelief, I feel like my world has been rocked (and not in a good way!). Do I care that much about my hair? No. But he talked to me. We had wonderful conversations, about all the things the little wieners don't care about: movies that aren't animated, books that we dissected in our youth when we thought we were so much deeper than we actually turned out to be (well me at least), politics. He humored me, he laughed at my dark humor and tried to laugh at my puns. And he's gone! I have short hair, so I was there enjoying conversation with him every six weeks for the last two years. I thought I meant something to him! I feel like a failure of a client; wasn't I enough to keep him there?! Yes, I'll admit he needs to have his own life, but I need to talk to him. He was one of the people on my list of adults I like to talk to.

Is all this a little overboard? Yes, of course it is. But, I have come to the realization lately that I crave adult interaction. Somehow, Daddy wiener isn't enough either. I quickly attach to people who are nice to me and go out of my way to talk to them. I probably talk their ears off. I think that I may have heard one fall, just now... If you are nice to me; I will be your friend. Oh, it also helps if you're old enough to use the potty by yourself and don't need the crusts cut off your sandwiches.

I went through a similar thing after Baby wiener was born. I mourned the loss of my OB. I love her! And, even more than her, I loved getting to see her every month (and then more!). She was trapped in a room with me and paid to listen to me talk. I miss her. I've even gone so far to contemplate some imaginary gynecological symptoms that facilitate seeing her. If I didn't have to get a pelvic, that would be better, but we do what we have to.

Am I crazy? Maybe a little (but in the good way). I don't just talk, I listen too. I have a friend, Tall Amy, we'll call her. She calls me and says, "Tell me something! Tell me anything! Tell me what's happening in your life! In the lives of anyone you know! Throw me a bone here!" Guess what, she's a stay-at-home mom too. We need people to talk to! If I start talking to you simply because you made eye contact with me at the library, please humor me. That conversation, the one where I tell you way more about me than you need to know, may be the thing that gets me through the day. Just don't ask me to cut the crusts off of your sandwich in return.

Update: I'm like a giddy school girl. My hair stylist man called yesterday! He opened his own salon, so I can sleep peacefully again, knowing that there's one more person who has to talk to me.