Fr though yeah I need social interaction or I go crazy, and when I’m too close to someone they move into a different category of social interaction that takes less energy and still matters but doesn’t scratch the itch. So im off finding new people again and again, and chatting with strangers at bars.
My friends joke that if I died suddenly one day, no one would know for several weeks, because everyone would assume I was just craving solitude for a time.
If I die on a Sunday, depending on the week, I might not have anything planned for a few weeks when I’m not gigging. So work would just think I abandoned them. Friends would think I was off in the woods. Neighbors would wonder why I wasn’t cooking outside if the weather is good, but otherwise wouldn’t notice. Mom would assume I was working too much.
Hell, on the wrong week the first person to notice might actually be @fartographer@lemmy.world.
so like, in high school i dropped out in the middle of the year because i was really sick. came back, and apparently i had dropped out so suddenly rumor was i had died. like, i even had a yearbook in memoriam page and everything. i wasn’t thinking because i wasn’t going to get a copy of the yearbook that year like duh but we had to figure out a way to get me a copy. i just went down and told them i was alive. so they got me a copy and took out the in memoriam page. shoulda done it when the teacher wasn’t there.
We don’t hate you, we just wish you’d leave us alone and not ask why we’re being so quiet 😂
But no, as an introvert who likes hanging with familiar people (extroverts included!), but dreads the idea of meeting new people, what you’re describing legit sounds like some kind of super power to me.
People hate us until they’re in a rut
Fr though yeah I need social interaction or I go crazy, and when I’m too close to someone they move into a different category of social interaction that takes less energy and still matters but doesn’t scratch the itch. So im off finding new people again and again, and chatting with strangers at bars.
My friends joke that if I died suddenly one day, no one would know for several weeks, because everyone would assume I was just craving solitude for a time.
If I die on a Sunday, depending on the week, I might not have anything planned for a few weeks when I’m not gigging. So work would just think I abandoned them. Friends would think I was off in the woods. Neighbors would wonder why I wasn’t cooking outside if the weather is good, but otherwise wouldn’t notice. Mom would assume I was working too much.
Hell, on the wrong week the first person to notice might actually be @fartographer@lemmy.world.
so like, in high school i dropped out in the middle of the year because i was really sick. came back, and apparently i had dropped out so suddenly rumor was i had died. like, i even had a yearbook in memoriam page and everything. i wasn’t thinking because i wasn’t going to get a copy of the yearbook that year like duh but we had to figure out a way to get me a copy. i just went down and told them i was alive. so they got me a copy and took out the in memoriam page. shoulda done it when the teacher wasn’t there.
We don’t hate you, we just wish you’d leave us alone and not ask why we’re being so quiet 😂
But no, as an introvert who likes hanging with familiar people (extroverts included!), but dreads the idea of meeting new people, what you’re describing legit sounds like some kind of super power to me.