When I'm sitting on the bus...
in Psychology & Therapy ·
For those of you wondering if the issue lies within yourselves because nobody will sit near you... people just sense it instinctively. They pick up on a vibe and think, "Is this person actually okay?" Maybe you have this look in your eyes that says, "Are you the one meant to break my curse??" And then they just sidestep you, thinking, "Better stay standing than deal with that guy." 😁
It’s usually one of three things: either you’re incredibly unattractive, you have an odor problem, or you’re terrifyingly good-looking. Or maybe your style is just too unconventional (are we talking naked here?). People generally shy away from extremes; they want someone plain and predictable, just like them.
Back in high school, I actually had a bit of a strategy. I used to wear this hideous, oversized army jacket—it was clean, don't get me wrong, but it looked like I’d just finished a double shift at a bleach factory. I’d stare down anyone walking toward me like I was about to steal their soul if they dared to sit down. I spent a lot of time alone, and honestly, I liked it that way. But once I ditched that jacket and started carrying around books instead, people suddenly flocked to sit by me. I guess they figured, "He looks like a normal guy, and he won't bother me since he's busy reading."
So, do we really want to keep debating the conspiracy theories behind why people won't sit next to you?
It’s usually one of three things: either you’re incredibly unattractive, you have an odor problem, or you’re terrifyingly good-looking. Or maybe your style is just too unconventional (are we talking naked here?). People generally shy away from extremes; they want someone plain and predictable, just like them.
Back in high school, I actually had a bit of a strategy. I used to wear this hideous, oversized army jacket—it was clean, don't get me wrong, but it looked like I’d just finished a double shift at a bleach factory. I’d stare down anyone walking toward me like I was about to steal their soul if they dared to sit down. I spent a lot of time alone, and honestly, I liked it that way. But once I ditched that jacket and started carrying around books instead, people suddenly flocked to sit by me. I guess they figured, "He looks like a normal guy, and he won't bother me since he's busy reading."
So, do we really want to keep debating the conspiracy theories behind why people won't sit next to you?