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Post by deliciousdemon on Mar 10, 2009 18:03:39 GMT -5
Geez. I wish I could find a girlfriend like her, she sounds awesome. Methinks I need the Confidence Lessons. As it stands, I don't even normally turn around when someone is talking to me because my default reaction is that they're talking to someone else. This happened to me today. I kept hearing this 'pssst' noise. After the third time I turned around and some girl I had met waved at me; to which I gracefully replied "OH! HIYA!" Naturally everyone walking along stared.
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Post by Caitshidhe on Mar 10, 2009 18:10:14 GMT -5
When I was at my senior prom (which I only attended because my mother made me--I'll repeat that: MY MOTHER MADE ME GO), I spent most of the time out in the hall because Caitshidhe + crowds = FREAKING OUT. I went in looking for my friend so I could leave, some guy asked me to dance, and the first thing out of my mouth was, "Why, did you lose a bet?"
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Post by deliciousdemon on Mar 10, 2009 18:17:09 GMT -5
At least you gave a snappy reply? What did he say in return?
I'm normally pretty confident, but I have a tendency to zone out completely when something more important than the world outside my mind is occupying my attention. I was thinking hard about the subjective and objective qualities of objects especially in regards to experience this afternoon and apparently someone introduced themselves to me and all I said was
'Oh I'm sorry I didn't catch that' 'I said my name is Jeff' 'Oh hi, I'm deliciousdemon;
He might've been hitting on me, but who knows! At least now I understand that experience has no discernible objective quality and I can never really understand what it is like to be a bat!
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Post by Caitshidhe on Mar 10, 2009 18:23:19 GMT -5
I didn't give him a chance to say anything back--I just walked right past him. It was probably a really mean joke or something anyway.
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Post by Vene on Mar 10, 2009 18:52:32 GMT -5
When I was at my senior prom (which I only attended because my mother made me--I'll repeat that: MY MOTHER MADE ME GO), I spent most of the time out in the hall because Caitshidhe + crowds = FREAKING OUT. I went in looking for my friend so I could leave, some guy asked me to dance, and the first thing out of my mouth was, "Why, did you lose a bet?" Don't feel too bad, I didn't go to my senior prom.
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Post by schizophonic on Mar 10, 2009 19:27:48 GMT -5
When I was at my senior prom (which I only attended because my mother made me--I'll repeat that: MY MOTHER MADE ME GO), I spent most of the time out in the hall because Caitshidhe + crowds = FREAKING OUT. I went in looking for my friend so I could leave, some guy asked me to dance, and the first thing out of my mouth was, "Why, did you lose a bet?" Oh, ouch.
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Post by Caitshidhe on Mar 10, 2009 19:50:30 GMT -5
I'd rather not have gone at all, to be honest--sitting on the couch drawing and watching 'Golden Girls' reruns on TV would have been much more fun. The best part was that my mother got angry with me for not having fun. My mother is NOT very accepting of my social anxiety and the fact that I don't like social situations very much.
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Post by Mantorok on Mar 10, 2009 20:01:21 GMT -5
I had a BBQ with my mates instead.
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Post by Jebediah on Mar 10, 2009 20:08:26 GMT -5
I went to my senior prom, unfortunetly. I went with my friends, and the actual dance was the least fun experience ever. I absolutely hated it, but afterwards we went to the after prom party hosted by the school. We sat in a corner of the room playing catchphrase until five in the morning, and then went out to 50s style diner for breakfast. Catchphrase + breakfast = lots and lots of fun. But I seriously wish I had skipped the dance.
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Post by schizophonic on Mar 10, 2009 20:10:20 GMT -5
I'd rather not have gone at all, to be honest--sitting on the couch drawing and watching 'Golden Girls' reruns on TV would have been much more fun. The best part was that my mother got angry with me for not having fun. My mother is NOT very accepting of my social anxiety and the fact that I don't like social situations very much. I know how you feel. I spent the last half of my senior year a complete wreck) and it didn't get better for a couple of years, because I was dealing with a lot of crowds and the like. I can't stand crowded situations, and I'm still nto radically sociable. I've met like a dozen people in the last two years in my building alone, and I still haven't yet actually visited one of them. There are a couple significant holes in my personal confidence. I probably would have just brought my CD player to prom anyway, and found myself a nice, quiet spot. Talk about "not having fun...."
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Post by Angel Kaida on Mar 10, 2009 20:13:18 GMT -5
When I was at my senior prom (which I only attended because my mother made me--I'll repeat that: MY MOTHER MADE ME GO), I spent most of the time out in the hall because Caitshidhe + crowds = FREAKING OUT. I went in looking for my friend so I could leave, some guy asked me to dance, and the first thing out of my mouth was, "Why, did you lose a bet?" Don't feel too bad, I didn't go to my senior prom. Me neither. I watched Beauty and the Beast with my friends. Some of whom arrived late, in formalwear, but were still fun to hang out with anyhow. (We were in the Beauty and the Beast musical.)
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Post by Napoleon the Clown on Mar 11, 2009 0:50:29 GMT -5
I didn't give him a chance to say anything back--I just walked right past him. It was probably a really mean joke or something anyway. Probably not, actually. I'm the same exact way, though. I got enough shit from my peers in school that I began to be suspicious of everything being a way to try and play a trick on me.
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Post by Caitshidhe on Mar 11, 2009 1:16:55 GMT -5
Do you find that that mistrust keeps popping up? I'm years out of high school, but I still feel like anybody who says or does anything nice for me either wants something, or is trying to disarm me so they can do something horrible down the line.
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Post by Napoleon the Clown on Mar 11, 2009 1:22:14 GMT -5
Oh, hell yes. I've got my fair share of issues. There's a reason I do not like people in general to this very day.
There are times I really think I should just talk to a counselor and maybe even get myself a small prescription of anti-anxiety medication so I can just go out and prove to myself that not all people are like that, and that I won't fucking die in a crowd.
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Post by Caitshidhe on Mar 11, 2009 1:38:00 GMT -5
I need therapy as well, for my whole exciting BUFFET of issues. I AM getting help, but it's a long process. Hopefully in a few years I won't be as much of a wibbling, insecure wreck as I am now. >.<
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