I’ve always wondered what people think of me. Not being able to gather enough information from body language and tone of voice can make figuring out whether I succeeded at a social interaction difficult. Some people speak in passive aggressive modes. They do it to get their rocks off by slyly insulting a socially awkward person. Often these folks who walk among us are either small, bitter people or they fall somewhere on the sociopath spectrum. And yes, there are plenty of other spectrums. Some spectrums can have overlapping symptoms, but the point is that these weak bullies are assholes no matter the reason.
Sometimes when I meet a new person it goes very well, and some people dislike me on sight. A bunch of acquaintances in the same room can have vastly different impressions of what I’m like or what type of person I am. While one person thinks I’m a slut, another will think I’m unsuccessful at getting laid. Somebody will think I’m a bona fide intellectual, usually someone else who reads a lot of books, and another person will think I’m using big words and talking about certain subjects because I’m trying to prove I’m smart when I’m not.
These are often hipster poseurs. They haven’t put the time and personal sacrifice into being tiresomely over-educated. They haven’t done their homework. They’ve been hanging out and perfecting the art of looking cool and defining themselves by what genre of music they’re into and buying spectacles with non-prescription lenses.
Whew! Got a little rant-y there. I’m bitter about some things too.
I’ve worked out why this happens, but it took me a while. I don’t fit into any easily recognizable social tier. I’m un-pigeon-holeable and not good at conforming enough to put people who do have a group identity at ease. I’ll admit oddness can definitely be unsettling whether you can help it or not. What happens a lot of the time is someone will begin to project their personal insecurities onto my vagueness. This can cause a shitload of problems for me and confusion for everyone involved.
This is what it’s like to have a social communication disorder rather than a verbal communication disorder. It doesn’t necessarily mean I can’t make myself understood, but intentions get lost in translation. In both directions. I don’t know what the hell people want from me or expect me to be like. Subtext is hard to grasp in conversation. Also, the way I look doesn’t exactly reflect my mind or personality. I’m a cloud of boobs, lips, and blond hair in the body of a late 20s (early 30s?) Southern girl who giggles a lot. Inside my head I’m a sarcastic middle aged dude who wants to hang out in his study and solve problems. How incongruous.
I’m like patchouli – everyone has a strong opinion about me in either direction. Those who dislike me are adamant about it, and those who love me are zealous and super-loyal. But my fans are certainly in the minority.