I know I've mentioned before that I am not a people person. Well, that's not entirely true. I like people, I just don't like strangers too much. I was thinking about this earlier. I know I keep trying to figure out why. I've had theories in the past, but this is my latest theory. It something to do with my parents, IT ALWAYS HAS SOMETHING TO DO WITH MY PARENTS.
So, my latest theory goes back to the 80's. There was the TV movie Adam. This was about the abduction of John Walsh's son and how they found him dead. My parents wanted to make sure that I did not follow this same pattern, so they had me watch the movie. It freaked me out. Then to top it all off, they would reinforce this idea that I could be taken at any moment. Their lesson, "Never, ever, talk to strangers".
Well, I guess it worked. I was never abducted. I also am pretty fucked up around strangers, but not abducted.
So, that is my latest theory. I have come to realize that my latest phone allows me the convenience to ignore strangers even more than before. I was ordering food this evening and while waiting for my order, I pull out my phone. There were these women sitting in the next table, and I could hear them clear as day. Hell they were only two feet away from me.
Woman1: "What is that he is looking at?"
Woman2; "I don't know. I think it's his phone."
Woman1: "Looks strange for a phone."
Woman2: "He just keeps looking at it."
All the while I sit there and ignore them. Do to do... I don't hear you. I am just going to sit here and stare straight ahead at my phone. Awkward...
Obviously they have not seen an iPhone before. I could have easily looked at them and strike up a conversation to show them my phone. Hell, most people love to show off their iPhone. I didn't.
My little buzzer thing goes off and go pick up my food and leave. I am so fucked up around strangers.
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I call BULLSHIT! If it were two dudes you would have shown them your iphone...but because they were chicks you were afraid.
Your theory is whacked...it is not strangers you have a problem with, it is WOMEN.
There... no, a little to the left.. yes, right there.
Ah, now that we pulled the knife from my back, we can begin. Seriously, thanks for the brutally honest truth. I love it, but I disagree on this one. Well, partially disagree.
I have this issue whether it is with women or men strangers. This is why I have such a hard time making friends. Thus the realization to cherish the friends I have now because I worked really hard to make and keep those friends.
Now, having said all that, I do agree with you to some extent. I have this mental thing regarding that issue though. My therapist would probably blame my mom somehow on that issue. I expect perfection when we all know that is impossible. I always thought that it was because I was an old fashioned romantic, but now I know it's because I'm an idiot.
That, my friend, is a different post all together.
Sorry, I was under the influence on my nightly..."why doesn't your boss do something about that moron you work with?" pissed off trance when I wrote that comment.
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