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I've always been reticent, quiet, and observant. I've always hated small talk. Meaningless social talk about incredibly trivial and boring things has always been a turn-off. Talking about philosophy, science, and politics has always been what gets me talking, instead of "Hey, how you doing," "So she was like...," and "what's up." Most of my family members from my pov have been social, yet dumb. You try to start up a conversation with them about C.S. Lewis, photosynthesis, capillary action or nihilism... and they look like deers stuck in the headlights.
Lately I've begun to understand that these rather vapid social discussions are a bit important. Like shallow yet firendly tweeting among these scoial creatures called humans, apparently this kind of talk builds relationships and meaningful connections. The typical "So how are you doing or how was your day" would turn me off because it was so shallow and boring. ...I'd be so bored and unchallenged by them that, when at family get-togethers, you'd typically see me go to a quiet room with a book. Walking into the fray with a social smile talking about the same damned little issues was like... Hell. In order to get my fix of information and intellectual discussion I spent most of my communication... here. I can't get this kind of talk with my pothead cousins, my sister, my aunts, etc.
It's important to build sincere, meaningful relationships, so it seems trying to be social and friendly is the way to go. It's damned difficult, but I'm adapting. I hate the chatterboxes, the manic attention whores who just have to have every conceivable holiday party at their house, or the social bubblehead who can't stop talking. All my life I've been damned smart, but anti-social. Only a small handful of people I've been very openly social and chatty with. Perhaps it's because I've always been very distrustful and skeptical, hauling around an invisible shell that protects me from emotional pain. Having an emotionally abusive, selfish, and cold father'll do that to you. He was a smart computer engineer he brought in the money... but unlike your parent he'd never do anything with his kids. I remember... fishing with him once when I was 7. That's it. His daughter is emotionally scarred, and married at a young age to get the hell away from him.
I guess it's about trying to open my immense shell slowly but surely, trying to trust people... In a way since we've gotten away from my father and out of that icy Hell I've gradually become more social. The next step is actually getting into the mix, talking with people and starting up earnest yat banal discussions. It's rare to find a smart man or woman irl who actually gives a damn about intellectual issues. My aunt has parties and social gatherings at her house all of the time, and is a bit powerful when it comes to being social... but try talking with her about even the slightest medical or mathematical knowledge and all you'll get is a blank stare.
Being social—actually open and friendly—is something in need of practice. I figured going to parties and actually starting to talk with people will make me feel more comfortable and apt at being social.
What do you guys think? Want to share some advice or suggestions?
Lately I've begun to understand that these rather vapid social discussions are a bit important. Like shallow yet firendly tweeting among these scoial creatures called humans, apparently this kind of talk builds relationships and meaningful connections. The typical "So how are you doing or how was your day" would turn me off because it was so shallow and boring. ...I'd be so bored and unchallenged by them that, when at family get-togethers, you'd typically see me go to a quiet room with a book. Walking into the fray with a social smile talking about the same damned little issues was like... Hell. In order to get my fix of information and intellectual discussion I spent most of my communication... here. I can't get this kind of talk with my pothead cousins, my sister, my aunts, etc.
It's important to build sincere, meaningful relationships, so it seems trying to be social and friendly is the way to go. It's damned difficult, but I'm adapting. I hate the chatterboxes, the manic attention whores who just have to have every conceivable holiday party at their house, or the social bubblehead who can't stop talking. All my life I've been damned smart, but anti-social. Only a small handful of people I've been very openly social and chatty with. Perhaps it's because I've always been very distrustful and skeptical, hauling around an invisible shell that protects me from emotional pain. Having an emotionally abusive, selfish, and cold father'll do that to you. He was a smart computer engineer he brought in the money... but unlike your parent he'd never do anything with his kids. I remember... fishing with him once when I was 7. That's it. His daughter is emotionally scarred, and married at a young age to get the hell away from him.
I guess it's about trying to open my immense shell slowly but surely, trying to trust people... In a way since we've gotten away from my father and out of that icy Hell I've gradually become more social. The next step is actually getting into the mix, talking with people and starting up earnest yat banal discussions. It's rare to find a smart man or woman irl who actually gives a damn about intellectual issues. My aunt has parties and social gatherings at her house all of the time, and is a bit powerful when it comes to being social... but try talking with her about even the slightest medical or mathematical knowledge and all you'll get is a blank stare.
Being social—actually open and friendly—is something in need of practice. I figured going to parties and actually starting to talk with people will make me feel more comfortable and apt at being social.
What do you guys think? Want to share some advice or suggestions?