I have always feared social situations, and I have always taken any action I could to avoid new situations.
It makes me scared when social interactions in my life go well.
Social protocol. They’re great things, aren’t they? They are so helpful for navigating our way through the vagaries of our impossibly complex day to day existences.
I don’t really do being nice to people with the sole intent of building social/emotional currency; I don’t think it’s very nice, honest or respectful.
Every social construct, if left to its own devices, starts to take on its own rules, its own customs. This can be linguistic, ceremonial, or in the forms of expected interactions.
A man is being manly with me. He is an alpha male, inviting me in to his group. I mutter and I stutter. I cannot make eye contact, and I should stop staring at his teeth.
I am an only child. It has shaped me in many different ways, some positive and some negative. I just wanted to tell you all a few bits about it all.