Social misfit

Before I went to college, I was the shy kid who pretty much kept to himself. Once in college, I came out of my shell. After a while of being on the job, I began developing social anxiety. I couldn't be in a crowded area and I was constantly on high alert. Lucky for me, with the help of some patient and understanding friends, I conquered that.
Now, I'm whatever the opposite of a social butterfly is, while the majority of my friends are friendly and approachable. I'm just the quiet guy who doesn't say much. People pick up on it and some have commented that I'm "weird." So, I distance myself from the group, which earns more "weird" comments, which makes me withdraw myself further. It's a vicious cycle.
I wish I could get over my mistrust and skepticism of people so I didn't have to feel alone when surrounded by people.
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2 Comments:
Moe:
I'm 58 and am pretty much the same way you are...
I think society did more to me in that regard...
I certainly didn't do it to myself.
Better to be quiet with resolve, than boisterous and obnoxious.
Then again, I've lost a LOT of people in my life...and maybe I don't "want" to get close enough to be hurt further...
That's just what I've come to know.
Lord knows it's not easy some days...but that's the way I take it:
ONE day at a damn time.
You hang in there, and trust in yourself...you know MORE than you think you do.
Have a great memorial Day.
Stay safe out there.
I'm the same way. I HATE crowds. I time errands and other trips and vacations to when the fewest people will be involved. In social situations it takes me a long time to warm up to people and I'm usually guarded.
With other cops I'm okay. I know they "get" me. They won't ask about speeding tickets they got, or ask for legal advice.
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