rapidmaker15 said:Look, I'm talking about my own environment—it's a pattern that I personally perceive as being "correct," even if that doesn't necessarily make it objectively true. I'm just noticing that I don't fit into that pattern.
It’s obvious you’re talking about the environment. But what exactly? Or how? You say you don't have this thing—this emotional connection—so it’s just not something you experience or even grasp... everything you're saying is just based on some "correct" assumption of yours. Look, my neighbor just finished renovating his house. He’s got a high-end corporate job, wears the whole suit and tie thing, and seems to be in a happy marriage with a beautiful, sharp woman. He’s got two healthy, adorable kids who also seem smart. From where I'm standing, he's a happy, fulfilled, peaceful... satisfied man. But in my little calculation of "assumptions," I didn't factor in the fact that for the last few months, he's been shoving a gun barrel in his mouth every single night, only unable to pull the trigger yet... so he hasn't exactly been able to tell me how wrong my totally incorrect assumption was.
If I don't fit in with one group or another, and their whole vibe feels too vague to be worth my time, maybe I could just play along... you know, use some mimicry to fake being like them. Since no clique actually welcomes outsiders, it might be a way to test if that "vague but attractive" thing they have going on is actually real in practice. Just act the part, fake emotions that aren't even there... basically testing the pattern. Personally, I probably wouldn't bother. At least not by forcing it. Wouldn't want it to turn into some pointless, self-sustaining cycle of frustration...
rapidmaker15 said:Well, the difference is massive. I just don't trust people I don't know—I don't want them in my personal space at all (I could probably go into more detail there since I've been through it, but let's leave it at that).
Most people would describe me as being social and easy to talk to, but honestly, they don't know a thing about me. I have zero desire to let anyone get deeply involved in my life—just the thought of it makes me incredibly anxious.
Does anyone actually know anything about anyone else? Look at the question above. Does a wife or her kids ever really get it when a grown man—a husband, a father—finally pulls off some deep, secretive scheme he’s been nursing? Especially once a massive debt or a nasty lawsuit from a collector hits him right in the face... Man, that's a hell of a reality check. A whole lot of heavy truths hitting all at once...
So, when you talk about being "connected" to certain people—like, are we talking verified intel or just vibes?—it makes me wonder. Is this whole thing about feeling safe enough to actually let loose with "acquaintances," versus staying guarded around strangers? It feels like someone went through something... maybe a specific set of experiences that basically froze their emotional growth right in its tracks. You end up stuck in this state of emotional stuntedness. Then, any kind of physical contact becomes a massive trigger, whether they realize it or not. It leads straight to that visceral, "get away from me, I can't stand the sight of you" reaction... nothing more, nothing less.
Maybe you can see that some people acting like extroverts aren't even actually like that... it’s probably just a pattern, like mimicry to compensate for a handicap. Since society pushes this idea that being loud is "essential," people end up trying to force themselves into a social construct, using fake emotions as glue to stick to a persona that isn't even real...