Showing posts with label anti social. Show all posts
Showing posts with label anti social. Show all posts

Thursday, April 14, 2011

Let's focus on me

Don't call me anti-social. 

Well, don't call me anti-social to my face.  I don't need reminding.  Apparently, being anti-social is a bad thing. 

Personally, I don't see anything wrong with being comfortable with just the friends that I have.  Which I admit are very few.  But that is by choice.  It's a comfort thing.  I am not very good at opening up, and I am not very good at putting myself out there.  I know why I am the way that I am. 

It's is not like to the point of holing up in the house and never leaving or anything.  I definitely am in social situations when it's necessary, and I can hold my own.  I will converse, I will participate kind of.  I'm not a jerk.  I don't stand plastered against the wall frozen in fear, or need to hold on to my husband's arm like he is my life line.  But I don't particularly seek out social situations where I need to talk to people that aren't in my tiny little circle of friends.  I don't necessarily feel like I need any more people in my circle.  I'm content with what I have.  I know what to expect from my friends, and they know what to expect from me.

This makes my husband crazy.  He is the exact opposite of me.  He can go anywhere, with anyone, and be completely at ease.  He can strike up a conversation and keep it going and come off as witty and intelligent.  Often times he doesn't shut his trap even.  But it seems to work for him, because really, he's very well liked.  For the life of me, I can't imagine why he didn't pick someone more like him.

If I am in a conversation with people that I am uncomfortable around, I am usually second guessing every word that comes out of my mouth.  I am constantly going over what I've said to make sure I don't come off as stupid or boring.  It's exhausting actually.

The thing is though, I am pretty happy being "anti-social."  I like where I am.  I have friends, family, very specific people that I like and feel comfortable with.  I don't need or want what comes with being super social.  I like my space.  I like my privacy.  I like not being an open book to everyone. 

The only thing that I don't like is the discomfort I feel when I have to be "on."  I admit that it must be easier not being like me.  But I'm good.  For now.

Jenny Matlock