There are many facets to my anti-socialness (I’m just making up words now). It can be interpreted as being rude, but really I’m doing others a favor and sparing them from intentional rudeness. One of those facets is I don’t like eating with more than 3 people at a time. Which means, I don’t like eating in the break room at work. I don’t like hosting birthday dinners for myself and I really don’t like going to yours. I especially don’t like eating in front of strangers or people who don’t understand why I don’t like eating in front of others. Why don’t I enjoy sharing a meal with a large group of people, 75% of which I probably do not and never will like? (Facts are facts, my sixth sense is reading people and I can tell within 90 seconds of talking to someone whether or not I will continue this conversation or fake an appendix burst and excuse myself.) People like to talk WAY too much when you’re trying to eat. And I have this really horrible habit of talking with my mouth full because I feel pressure to acknowledge you even though you’ve so rudely asked me what my favorite color is as I dive face first into a glorious plate of butter and starch. Also, it gives me a lot of anxiety to be trapped in a room, socially obligated to stay and listen to a bunch of conversations I’m not interested in even though I’m already done eating. Too many conversations going on at once is stressful, loud and unproductive. I enjoy food too much to enjoy eating with groups.
I have a healthy appreciation for the study of (bad) human behavior.
This is a compilation of observations of a lifetime of observing barn animals disguised as humans. Also, frank and sometimes humiliating observations on the work in progress that is my life.
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