July 22, 2014 2 Comments
The more I’m forced into Adult World the more I’m forced to realize that I”m bad at being a human being.
Really, I’m horrible. I find human interaction absolutely exhausting. I just legitimately DO NOT understand so many things that go into being a functional adult. I’m learning that questioning things that are ” just what you do” get you hella side-eye. Oh, and apparently you’re not supposed to admit how much you hate thing or try to be funny with your boss. If your hobbies aren’t crossfit or something on pinterest, you are a weirdo.
Instances that brought me to this conclusion:
Commiserating with co-workers about expensive travel, I said this: “I’m glad I don’t have any friends, it means I don’t have to go to a lot of weddings.”
Coworker: “So…essentially you just said that friends a hassle.”
Co-workers talking about weekend drinking, workouts, etc. Then ask how my weekend was: “Oh! The antique shop down my street had a sidewalk sale! It was so cool, OMG!” *co-workers blink, then stare*
My sisters asks me how I like my neighborhood: “It’s fucking weird. All these people wave at me and shit and try to be friendly. They invited us to a block party. Who does that?”
My friend and I getting out of my car and neighbor waves “Hello:” *awkward wave and forced smile* “quick, get inside before he thinks he can chat us up.”
Family leaves after visiting for a weekend: begin immediate cleaning, hug dog, and tell him “it’s okay, it’s just me now. And ice cream.”
On discussing the zombie (or other type of) apocalypse:
Me: “I think I’d just die.”
Boyfriend: “What? Wouldn’t you like try to fight or save people or anything.”
Me: “No. It just seems like it would be really hard. Like, everything would be hard. I don’t want to do that.”
Debating the worth of Indian Jones movies with a history buff:
History buff: “But Indiana Jones is like history adventure and action. You add aliens and it’s just ridiculous Chariots of the Gods stuff.”
Me: “But all the other movies are based on religious myths. I see religious myths and alien myths as the same….but I think that’s offensive to say isn’t it? umm….”
Boyfriend getting ready to go out of town for weekend:
Boyfriend: “What are you gonna do while I’m gone?”
Me: “Transcribe research interviews. Analyze. Self-loath.”
Boyfriend: “Why don’t you go out with friends?”
Me: “…I don’t….have friends?”
After my graduation ceremony:
Mom: “Did you want to go to that cocktail hour for your graduating class and see your classmates?”
Sister: “You know she doesn’t.”
It’s become kind of a fun game, my utter lack of social grace/interest. I’ve learned that if I laugh off the more offensive things that I say (only noticing how offensive they are as I get to the end of the sentence) I get people to just think that I’m a funny bitch. This doesn’t always work and I often come off as just a bitch. But I’ve also discovered that when I really REALLY try to be social and engage with people I’m fucking miserable. I just don’t care. I don’t care about the lives of 98% of people around me. If you are my dog, boyfriend, or one of the very few friends and loved family members that are important in my life, I’m probably not going to try.
I know when I really have to try. I can do it for a bit at a time, socialize and be casual. But, and I can’t stress this enough, it’s exhausting and stressful. It’s who I am. I’m bad at being a human. I’m okay with that.