I'm smart, attractive, have interests and passions, am often told I'm easy/comfortable to be around, am a good listener (heh, irony), etc. So why am I alone? Why can't I talk to people at will (beyond the rare times of random fluke I've yet to unravel the formula to) and leave a "not boring" impression on them?
I've read Dale Carnegie (meh). On top of that, my job is pretty unpredictable schedule-wise (though getting better), so the typical advice of join a group catering to your interests or some such is a little harder to fit in when I'm not sure if I'm going to be done at 4pm or 2am. I've also tried to replicate how I am online in person, or tried to make mental notes of how my more gregarious friends interact with people, but so far I just end up back to being Mr. Freeze. I don't have a fear of walking up to anyone and starting a conversation with them, it just seems to be the keeping it going part I'm unable to do. I've read suggestions of taking public speaking classes, but I'm not so sure it's a fear of talking to people (maybe it is?). Is it NYC? Is it me? The latter amplified by the former? Are there classes for conversation? Should I look into therapy to unravel 25 years of . . whatever therapy unravels. Should I just find an apartment that will allow me to have cats and take up knitting at the old age of 33 and unlist my phone number and wait for the day some long lost friend comes calling to find me long dead and half-devoured by my starving cats?
I'll try to keep this relatively short, but I'm not sure what's relevant and what's not anymore frankly, so apologies in advance if it comes off a bit rambling and disjointed . . .
I've always been known as the "quiet" one, the "man of few words". While it's not something I've ever particularly took pride in, I grew comfortable in the sense that it just "was" and always seemed to find a few good/true friends that didn't mind or even liked that about me. I think some of that stems from the fact that when I was a teenager I had a tooth grow in oddly, cutting the root of another in front which was rectified with bridgework. Later that bridge failed and I spent a year with a flipper and ultimately got implants. It's undetectable unless I tell someone, and even then they wouldn't know unless I pointed to where specifically, but I think it's always left me a bit self-conscious about opening my mouth for too long for fear something will come loose and fall out. And while I'm no Brad Pitt (or chose your poison) I guess my looks fall along the "pretty boy" lines and I've never had a big issue finding long term girlfriends over the course of the gpre-NYC years, nor simply getting laid. In a business related situation I can walk into most clients offices, new or old, and while I'm not overly gregarious it often turns out the they love me and ask for me by name from that point on. Of course, being a consultant I'm saved from having to do much more than the quip and finger-gun "how's the wife and kids Bob?!?!" (note: I don't really do this, lol, but you get the idea), do what I came to do and go.
The problem is in social situations, whether that's making friends or dating or . . . I just freeze up. My mind goes blank, and while people tend to err on the side of nice I think, I get the impression that overall I come off a bit boring, or even "snobby" (this is laughable as I'm far from it, but I've been told as much before). I can understand that, but I'm loathe what to do about it. I "know" I should just jump in to the conversation at hand, but as I sit there drowning my mind tries to grab whatever is floating by in the stream of consciousness and typically it's wildly inappropriate, irrelevant, or incoherent in general so there I sit. Silent. The times I do come up with something, I usually seem to get ignored or get a blank nod, maybe a chuckle, and the conversation continues on around and without me. Over the years I've managed to play that to my advantage to some extent in the "mysterious" or "deep" sense. I mean, I'm not a mentally deficient (as far as I know, heh) and given the chance to get to know me, people do tend to like or love me (you can't win 'em all of course).
Further confounding is that online, whether IM or email, I tend to be pretty chatty unless distracted, and conversation flows pretty easily. That's a plus in the sense that my job entails being on the computer a lot so I can direct "conversation" to that medium, but that only lasts so long as a lot of people still prefer face-to-face or at least the phone (and of course I understand and empathize with this). I've given online dating a fair shake, and have done "ok", but sometimes I feel like girls expect the cute, witty, funny guy they talked to online and end up with this wet rag (still cute!) that says very little. Futher maddening is that guy IS me, but in person . . .again, I just freeze. The times I do find a girl that doesn't seem to mind, I find a reason to not be interested, usually along the lines of Groucho Marx's "not joining any club that would have me as a member". Also, beyond business use (talking to clients, co-workers, etc) I have a borderline phobia of the phone and send pretty much everyone to voicemail if I suspect they're just calling to "chat". I know the basics: "how's it going?", "what's new?" "oh yeah?" and am fairly good at prodding someone on with their own stories, which we all know is what people want to tell anyway, but I dread random "chats" as I know it will soon turn into that point just past the "intro stuff" and some weird silence will ensue and whoever was calling will get off the phone with "boooooring" or "too cool to talk to me" in the back of their head and a mental note to call less often from then on. Then I start thinking maybe I should check into therapy and make a half-assed search of CBT (cognitive therapy) and resolve to check into finding a good therapist later . . . sometime.
Sometimes I console myself that it's just NYC and people are colder, more closed off, and have less attention span or a reason to have one. If you can't captivate them in an instant, they're not willing to explore any deeper - there's 8+ million other options anyway. Other times I think I'm just kidding myself and wonder why anyone would want to get to know me anyway and travel down some never-ending self analysis rabbit hole ending up at some nonsense like . . . it's probably because I've bothered to put up any art on my walls and they somehow instinctively know this, though they've never been to my apartment, and it shines through that I'm a total bore. Then I vacillate back to it being NYC and I can't find a long term (more than a month or so, tops) relationship because, again, girls here don't want to bother when there's just so many damn options.
Now, on the one hand, I've always been a loner and have grown somewhat comfortable in that role. I like my "me" time to geek off on the computer or make music or do whatever whimsy strikes, but it would also be nice to share that whimsy with someone sometimes. I have one friend that I spend most of my time with when not working, but while he's a great guy in a lot of ways, he has some social phobias that aren't really yangin my yin. I don't mind going to a random club, or movie, or . . just something random in general, I don't need a grand plan to have a good time. I actually enjoy being around people and just watching them do what people do. Theaters freak him out for some reason unarticulated to me though, and going to clubs the same, and we usually end up at some local (boring) bar in his neighborhood and I watch him play pool with his bar friends, again. He's not had a girlfriend since I've known him (years), let alone made more than a half-hearted move towards acting on a girl he might be interested in. The irony here is that I'm known to him as dating an endless series of girls, yet I consider him to be the social one. Before NYC, my best friend on the west coast (who I still hang out with when we're in the same city) is very gregarious and has a knack for chatting up just about anyone and making a friend out of it. I would tend to just tag along and be my quiet self and things seemed to be ok, and I would end up making a few friends of my own now and then. Though even then, there were plenty of times I felt kinda off in my own orbit.
I suppose I could keep going, but hopefully you have a general idea of where I'm going with this. I don't have the want or need to be the guy who won't shut up, but . . . my head is done in and dizzy.
Thanks in advance for reading (sorry for the length) and any advice you may have.
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posted by Krrrlson at 12:02 AM on July 10, 2007