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I wonder if anyone else here can relate to the sentiment I’m about to share.
To give you some context: I enjoy my solitude just as much as I enjoy good company. While I certainly show emotion, I tend to keep the vast majority of my internal world to myself—not because I’m being secretive, but simply because I don't feel the need to, nor has it ever been particularly wise to do so. When it comes to the people I actually choose to spend my time with, they absolutely must possess a few specific traits:
1. The ability to engage in abstract conversation—you know, discussing ideas rather than just gossiping about other people or rehashing daily events.
2. They cannot be the type to mock others, especially those who are less fortunate or weaker.
3. They shouldn't be prone to talking back—even accidentally.
That is essentially my baseline for meaningful connection.
Of course, I would never be unkind to colleagues who don't meet these criteria (and frankly, they never do), but I simply have no desire to socialize with them outside of the office if they don't fit the bill.
As for whether people are generally "good-natured" or in a high spirit... well, that has never really been a deciding factor for me. If someone is having a rough day, I will likely be the one stepping in to help; conversely, if they are in a fantastic mood, I am more than happy to celebrate their happiness. Most people exist somewhere in the middle—navigating their own ups and downs—and I find that perfectly acceptable.
However, I find I have a much higher tolerance for the perpetual grump than I do for the eternal optimist.
Now, optimism is wonderful—provided it isn't "performed" with excessive, jittery energy—and I certainly don't have an issue with it when it's genuine. For instance, I tend to be the resident grouch in my household, while my husband is always in high spirits, and we function together beautifully. It’s not that I’m constantly complaining or venting, nor is he walking around shouting about how "absolutely maaaaagnificent" life is; we actually behave quite similarly, though he simply worries far less about everything than I do. And that works for us.
But I have noticed a real struggle for me when dealing with that specific crowd—those who are constantly laughing loudly and performatively, offering incessant compliments, or incessantly prattling on about how incredible their weekend was. These are the people who seem to find everyone likable and will never, ever admit that something is bothering them. I’ve observed that these types rarely actually listen when others are speaking. Instead, they might spend the conversation checking their reflection in a window or interrupting a deep thought just to give the most insincere, overly cheery wave to someone passing by the table. To them, every concert is a masterpiece, regardless of how terrible the sound system actually is.
I realize this might sound harsh, and please believe me, I don't consider myself superior—I just value sincerity. Sometimes I truly wonder how much room these people leave themselves to experience actual, raw emotion. I once lived in an American community where almost everyone behaved this way, and it seemed like half the population was seeing a therapist multiple times a week. Not to mention the prevalence of stress-related issues like ulcers or tumors. I honestly find it difficult to believe they aren't just performing, and as a result, I generally avoid being in their orbit. Perhaps I'm just out of touch, but there it is.🙂
Are there any others out there who feel the same way?
To give you some context: I enjoy my solitude just as much as I enjoy good company. While I certainly show emotion, I tend to keep the vast majority of my internal world to myself—not because I’m being secretive, but simply because I don't feel the need to, nor has it ever been particularly wise to do so. When it comes to the people I actually choose to spend my time with, they absolutely must possess a few specific traits:
1. The ability to engage in abstract conversation—you know, discussing ideas rather than just gossiping about other people or rehashing daily events.
2. They cannot be the type to mock others, especially those who are less fortunate or weaker.
3. They shouldn't be prone to talking back—even accidentally.
That is essentially my baseline for meaningful connection.
Of course, I would never be unkind to colleagues who don't meet these criteria (and frankly, they never do), but I simply have no desire to socialize with them outside of the office if they don't fit the bill.
As for whether people are generally "good-natured" or in a high spirit... well, that has never really been a deciding factor for me. If someone is having a rough day, I will likely be the one stepping in to help; conversely, if they are in a fantastic mood, I am more than happy to celebrate their happiness. Most people exist somewhere in the middle—navigating their own ups and downs—and I find that perfectly acceptable.
However, I find I have a much higher tolerance for the perpetual grump than I do for the eternal optimist.
Now, optimism is wonderful—provided it isn't "performed" with excessive, jittery energy—and I certainly don't have an issue with it when it's genuine. For instance, I tend to be the resident grouch in my household, while my husband is always in high spirits, and we function together beautifully. It’s not that I’m constantly complaining or venting, nor is he walking around shouting about how "absolutely maaaaagnificent" life is; we actually behave quite similarly, though he simply worries far less about everything than I do. And that works for us.
But I have noticed a real struggle for me when dealing with that specific crowd—those who are constantly laughing loudly and performatively, offering incessant compliments, or incessantly prattling on about how incredible their weekend was. These are the people who seem to find everyone likable and will never, ever admit that something is bothering them. I’ve observed that these types rarely actually listen when others are speaking. Instead, they might spend the conversation checking their reflection in a window or interrupting a deep thought just to give the most insincere, overly cheery wave to someone passing by the table. To them, every concert is a masterpiece, regardless of how terrible the sound system actually is.
I realize this might sound harsh, and please believe me, I don't consider myself superior—I just value sincerity. Sometimes I truly wonder how much room these people leave themselves to experience actual, raw emotion. I once lived in an American community where almost everyone behaved this way, and it seemed like half the population was seeing a therapist multiple times a week. Not to mention the prevalence of stress-related issues like ulcers or tumors. I honestly find it difficult to believe they aren't just performing, and as a result, I generally avoid being in their orbit. Perhaps I'm just out of touch, but there it is.🙂
Are there any others out there who feel the same way?