Social iliteracy
Many years ago, I was out with friends at a bar. A fight broke out. Two people in the croud started yelling at each other. There was a shove. Both of them backed away from each other a bit and threw their fists up in front of them. Security was rusing in.
What did I do? Well, I was headed to the bar for another drink. It was crouded and when I see two people step away from each other I think to myself “Thers a gap” and I walk inbetween them.
Any functional human being could have easily read the situation and acted approperatly. But me? I dont even realise what I had done untill after I had got my drink and returned back to the group that I was out with. Thats when all my friends asked me what the hell I thought I was doing.
I have always had a peroblem ‘reading’ people. Now logicaly I can conclude that this is from me growing up as an only child on a rural farm and having both parents work. I was a latch-key kid before I turned ten. Isolations is just what Im used to.
Very rarely do I write abotu ~me~ in this blog. And when I do its just to bring up a story that proves a larger point I wanted to make. I know this makes for rasther dull reading. People are intrested in people. All the real popular blogs I know about are people talking abotu themselves. Their relationshipos. Their hopes and dreams. What they had for breakfast. As a friend once told me, any dipshit can write a political blog. Its the humanatarian stories that draw people in.
I would like to claim that I dont write abotu myself very often because of privacy. Just as many people keep their sex life private from the vanilia world, I keep my vanilia life private from me runnign a sex based business. But the truth of the matter is probably more toward the fact that Im just no damn good at social interaction.
Wanna know just how bad I am at it? Well that story about the fight in the bar? I made it up. Im so bad at social interactionf that I dont even have a good story to explain how bad I am at social interaction.