This came up in conversation today. I'm rather socially awkward/anxious, and today I found myself literally stuck in an aisle of a shop between a wall of people and one attractive girl. I didn't want to go past the girl. I wouldn't even have to touch her to get past, but I couldn't do it. I managed to get through a gap in the wall.
People complain all the time about people being creepy. They seem to say that if someone you don't like is in your personal space, they're creepy. I could understand that. I don't look like what a person should look like. It's not fair, exactly, but not many of the normal people's rules are. They are the majority, and the majority is always right, even if they're wrong. I'm the invader here. I'm the thing that's wrong. If anyone has a duty to adapt, it's me.
But one of my housemates said that's wrong. That I shouldn't worry about people being offended so easily. But I worry all the time because I could get something wrong so easily, then I'm named and shamed on a forum somewhere for getting it wrong. I don't want those assumptions drawn about me.
Honestly, looking at it, it's all a bit absurd. I can't look at women I don't know who aren't talking to me. Any more than a second I thought was considered creepy. So I have to look down, watch their feet so I can move out the way. It gets stressful. But if they look back, I know they hate me. I know they think i'm creepy, they look like that's what they're thinking.
And if I actually do like someone, that's the worst. I don't need to ask, I know they don't like me. Who could? and then I feel guilty. They always say that people who like someone but aren't liked back are creepy assholes. I don't want to be, but I can't stop it.
But I honestly don't want to keep doing things this way. It's not fair. So many things about the rules put in place aren't fair, but it's so difficult to maintain. I'm so miserable. My mind keeps asking "Why?" and I keep having to remind myself that I'm not wanted. I don't want to have to dwell on that. Maybe I'm wrong, maybe it's not so complicated. But if I get it wrong, then they'll all hate me. They'll want me gone. I don't know. It's all so confusing. It seems unreasonable, but normal people have always been unreasonable to me.
Am I worrying too much?
People complain all the time about people being creepy. They seem to say that if someone you don't like is in your personal space, they're creepy. I could understand that. I don't look like what a person should look like. It's not fair, exactly, but not many of the normal people's rules are. They are the majority, and the majority is always right, even if they're wrong. I'm the invader here. I'm the thing that's wrong. If anyone has a duty to adapt, it's me.
But one of my housemates said that's wrong. That I shouldn't worry about people being offended so easily. But I worry all the time because I could get something wrong so easily, then I'm named and shamed on a forum somewhere for getting it wrong. I don't want those assumptions drawn about me.
Honestly, looking at it, it's all a bit absurd. I can't look at women I don't know who aren't talking to me. Any more than a second I thought was considered creepy. So I have to look down, watch their feet so I can move out the way. It gets stressful. But if they look back, I know they hate me. I know they think i'm creepy, they look like that's what they're thinking.
And if I actually do like someone, that's the worst. I don't need to ask, I know they don't like me. Who could? and then I feel guilty. They always say that people who like someone but aren't liked back are creepy assholes. I don't want to be, but I can't stop it.
But I honestly don't want to keep doing things this way. It's not fair. So many things about the rules put in place aren't fair, but it's so difficult to maintain. I'm so miserable. My mind keeps asking "Why?" and I keep having to remind myself that I'm not wanted. I don't want to have to dwell on that. Maybe I'm wrong, maybe it's not so complicated. But if I get it wrong, then they'll all hate me. They'll want me gone. I don't know. It's all so confusing. It seems unreasonable, but normal people have always been unreasonable to me.
Am I worrying too much?