Well, hi again.
How's your day been going? Good? Good.
How's my day been, you ask? Oh, how sweet of you to care. My day's been just peachy.
Now that the formalities are out of the way, its time to talk some real shit.
So you all know how I'm anti-social and cannot for the life of me talk to strangers? Yeah, I think I've cracked the code on this whole antisocial thing.
I bet you didn't even know there was a code to crack, right? Well neither did I.
For all my antisocial readers out there, you all are familiar with that awkward moment when you are talking to someone, and they say something that you have NO IDEA how to respond to. So you say something trying to be funny or sarcastic, and they just get offended. No? Just me?
Well, it happens to me quite a bit. And I now am here to share with you my theory as to why that is.
I believe that I have a natural deficiency of social skills, and therefore it is theoretically impossible for me to excel in social situations. Whether you say this deficiency is genetic, or God hates me, or whatever, it is just in my bones to be awkward.
I also believe that most other people are born with this knowledge of how to interact with other people, but anti-socials like me have to think really hard about how we present ourselves to others. I am always very self-concious, and when forget to be self-concious, I do something weird that ends up creeping someone out.
Are you guys like this too? Please tell me if you believe in my theory and/or suffer from the same condition as me.
That's all for now, guys! Please comment, vote, and follow.
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Confessions of a Closet Introvert
RandomThis book is just gonna be a mish mosh of my random thoughts and stuff, so, yeah. Expect a lot of psychological rants.