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When I started gradschool two years ago I thought I would be fine being a kind of solitary academic type, needing no social outlets whatsoever. I got a good swift kick in the bottom for that one, and in the process of recovering did a complete turn around in terms of my self-esteem. I'm still really proud of that although I'm quite aware that I am not the most emotionally stable person around, so it's not something I take for granted and try to keep on top of things in terms of handling new situations. It was stressful getting settled in, starting classes, trying to figure out how to pay for things without any money, missing Sem and Shannon, etc. and for the most part I am feeling pretty good. But when it comes to connecting with people on a social level I'm at a loss. Our grad student organization throws these gatherings at bars (free beer) and I went to one last night. Not to try to meet new people but to hang out with some people in my department outside of class. I did not have a good time, but it wasn't just that I was bored it's that I felt completely out of place. I had nothing to say to anyone that I was hanging around with. It seems that everyone was just kind of chatting, which is just not fun. It's not that I think that every conversation has to be deep, philosophical and/or political, but I want to hear stories and jokes and rants...and I can't seem to get that far. Tonight there is a potluck for us new kids in the program and I don't want to go. I'd much rather stay home and read or go to a show or a movie by myself. Okay, I have to stop typing now. Thanks for letting me vent. |
I've never been able to determine if it's because I'm afraid of people, I don't like people, I don't think people will like me, or what. I do know that I was fine until I got to college -- then I just couldn't relate to anyone enough to make friends. Since then, I've had a very hard time striking up conversations with people or getting close enough to acquaintances to make new friendships. I also know that I have never felt like I belonged, anywhere. And I know that's *my* problem and it has nothing to do with whatever environment I'm in. I carry the left-out feeling with me. The thing is, though, that in high school I found other people who felt like that, and we all became friends. But now that I'm older, I don't really know where to look. |
But I know that if I were in your position, I wouldn't even consider going to the potluck. But wait. I have a company picnic to go to next Friday that I'm not looking forward to. But I've worked here for two years. I'm sure I could think of things to say to my coworkers. I'm pretty sure I wouldn't feel awkward. We all went out to a movie a couple of months ago, and that was fine. Maybe I'll go. I just won't stay the whole time. |
I shudder at workplace gatherings. I barely speak to anyone here. Almost all of my solid friends have been met in some other way. I know everyone i know in LA because we went to a Yo La Tango show. We had been here for 2 weeks and were going batty not knowing anyone (and subsequently no pot). We got upstairs to the VIP lounge and proceeded to chat with this lone jewish kid, sitting by himself. We hit it off right away. Because of him we subsequently met everyone we now know. Nico is better at striking up conversations with strangers than I am. I always feel like im invading their privacy (privacy said with an english accent please) So, I wouldnt worry about it too much kazoo. Atlanta is a big place and hard to meet peeps. I can introduce you, if you like...perhaps meet up at a show or something. Thats how i met two of our best friends, who live in Athens. We met up at a show and became the best of friends because we all had common music interests. If you are interested, email me. Spider, when was the last time you met someone outside of work or church? |
Thanks. I've read some of your posts from the past and I had a feeling you'd understand. (isn't that so wierd how I can just do that and come in here knowing all kinds of stuff..?) Anyway, I know it has a lot to do with the fact that I don't really like people much. But I also know that there are likeable people out there...that's when old feelings of self-doubt sort of cloud my inability to see that they might also like me. I usually end up making connections, but it takes me a long time. I was thinking about you the other day. We have one of those do-it-yourself libral arts programs here that you might want to check out. I don't know if it Atlanta is your kind of place but the program is interesting and we also have a religion grad school program here and so you might be able to apply your interest in religious (you say Catholicism, right?) history as well. emory ila |
go to the Echo tonight...see the Forty Fives. tell them patrick and nico (quote "the hottie red head") in la said hello... baddabing baddabooom you've meet some very cool cats |
Grad school isn't like the experience that a lot (but by no means all) of people have in undergrad where you are kind of thrust into a group that you eat meals in the dining hall with or go to parties with every weekend and which then kind of narrows itself down as people decide who they really want to be with. At least that's how it happened for me. Spider, you are right about having to hang around people long enough. I'll do just that. Workplace gatherings suck. I met my other other half (Shannon) at work and part of the reason why we got along so well was because of how much we hated those kind of workplace social events. |
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part of my problem is that I am usually very outgoing and tell all these outrageous stories and make all kinds of crazy pop-culture references. It's just often, especially in big groups, I'm slow to warm up. When I tell people who know me or have met me in circumstances where I'm Super Kazoo, that I have these social phobias, they don't believe me. |
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hey, now. don't be dismissive with me, young lady. |
I can't drink much of anything now what because of the pills and all. Every now and then I get a little toasty, but nothing like before. |
I wasn't. Not at all. I thought that was swell. Will you ever forgive me? Please? |
My social anxiety acts up when I'm in groups of people, whether they're new or not. I'm fine when I'm one-on-one with someone new, but there is a direct proportion between the number of people at a gathering and my level of anxiety. Patrick, the answer to your question is....what do you mean by met? A few weeks ago, my brother brought one of his friends down when he visited me...does that count? If you mean new friends....uhhhhhh.... I still keep in touch with some of my friends from high school (like Rainey, my former roommate -- we've known each other since we were fourteen), but I haven't made any new friends since my senior year in college, and I'm no longer in touch with them. I'm friendly with my co-workers, but I don't do things after hours with them. (There's that "not relating" problem again.) The horrible thing about my workplace gatherings is that one of my co-workers is aware that I don't like to socialize, and she goes out of her way to encourage me to participate in things and go places, etc. Which makes me feel good, on one hand, because it's nice of her to take an interest in me. But, on the other hand, oh, how I'd much rather stay here and work. Really. I remember posting here while everyone else except for my boss was at the company Christmas party, held in some sports restaurant place you couldn't have paid me to go to When my boss asked why I wasn't there, I told him straight, "I'm shy," and I think he thought I was being sarcastic. No. Dave, if I may make a suggestion, you should do what my father does. When my father wants to leave a party, he just gets up, announces that he's had a good time, thanks, but it's time for him to go, and then he leaves. He and my mother always took separate cars to parties for that reason. Some people think he's rude, but those who know him know he's not -- it's just time for him to go. Being a man works in your favor...if you're a girl and you do this, people get mad. I've tried it. Also, if there's anyone in your party who is secretly dying to leave, they'll be very grateful because now you've opened up the chance for them to go, and you may find yourself more popular with those people. |
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i fucking hate that. agatha will have other people call and invite me because sometimes i have a harder time saying no to them than i do saying no to her. pure evil. |
a key difference between you and kazoo is she's willing to try. you arent. "If you mean new friends....uhhhhhh.... I still keep in touch with some of my friends from high school (like Rainey, my former roommate -- we've known each other since we were fourteen), but I haven't made any new friends since my senior year in college, and I'm no longer in touch with them. I'm friendly with my co-workers, but I don't do things after hours with them." This really strikes me spider...i wish there was something i could do. im fortunate dave....nico is has always been ready to leave when i am. we usually duck out together...in fact we have an eye-communication system that works in this situation. we meet in the bathroom, make our get away plan and steal away without having to go and say drawn out good byes to everyeone we'll see next weekend. |
Now I'd better get back to my job. |
are you going to be one of those old kooky ladies who lives alone with 170 cats? |
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Spider, can you make me a dog? Did you look at the ILA? |
ILA 790 001: Vernacular Modernities I - Knauft That sings my name. |
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you need a Bobcat to walk those dogs. |
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Kazoo had a problem being around people and all of you were right there to offer help and suggestions. It's times like this when I realize why I continue to come here. You all can be so awesome sometimes and I consider myself lucky to be able to see the good in all of you. |
dani, you're gushing! that's so sweet. |
Dani, I was going to be supportive too, and I had written out a bigass post at work, but alas, I had to hit the bosskey when the bossman came in. Really. True story. Supportive post, then poof. Gone. Basically along the lines that I feel the same way as kaz and spidey, and was wondering the other day about why people keep coming back here, that it must fulfill a need which probably most of us don't get through other human contact, yada yada yada, a really boring post so don't lose sleep over missing out on it, but it was supportive. |
Yeah maybe. Sometimes it just warms me inside to see some of the hardest being so kind and sensitive. By the way Agatha, I read Dave's post about him being all loner like and you being the out going one. I used to be so outgoing and always surrounded by friends but for the last year or so, I've just become such a loner. I used to have to force my husband to go to social events and now I just have no interest in going anywhere. It's weird and I have no idea what the hell happened to me. I just became a hermit. But, I know one thing...I get in alot less trouble by just staying home or close to home. Funny how life just changes so much and people just change so much. |
even still, I NEVER make friends in class. Never Ever Ever. I'm great at making friends at work, but even there I had to work there for a year before I felt comfortable enough to really talk to people. I feel like I belong at the library, so it's easy for me to talk to others. in class, though, I always feel like I shouldn't be there. I think I give off vibes of "Leave Me Alone", because I actually dread the idea of someone trying to talk to me. I always get so puppy-like excited when someone in class talks to me. My instinct is "Oh! A chance! I must impress!" and I hate myself like that. I can't just be Me. I'm going to miss the library so much when I don't work there anymore, in a year or so. |
I don't do well in big groups unless I know a majority of the people around. No-one believes me when I say I am shy. But I seriously am. One on one is easy, I can yammer on for ages.... When I first started my new job in January I didn't like the people. At my old job we went for ciggie breaks, lunch breaks, dinner breaks, and goss, went to the pub in the middle of production nights because we were waiting for stuff. Now though, things are better. I'm slowly bonding with most of the people. But I don't think I'd like to hang out with them outside of work. |
Honestly, i'm trying to think of any friends i met *without* the aid of cigs, and it's very difficult. Pathetic, even. shit. i haven't met anyone in ages. |
Gee, I have the same problem with meeting people in class. This is a bad thing, because I have no one to go to if I need help on homework, and in some classes I know nobody. Also, I am terrible with names, and bad with faces too, so even if talked with someone once i dont know who they are and I cant locate them again. but i'll figure out who they are eventually. i especially want to know who the nice guy who i talked to coming out of my scenic design class is, because he seems like a person who i want to know and i dont know anyone from that class. |
I used to be very insecure. Extremely insecure. Painfully insecure. Anyway, eventually I felt a little better but no matter how much my self-esteem improved I still couldn't shake this idea that there was something fundamentally wrong with me; something that prevented people from wanting to date me. I had this teacher in high school who told our class that every group of girl-friends has an "ugly one." And he had proof of this. He asked his sister why she and her friends hung out with this particular girl if they thought she was so ugly. And she said, "because you have to have an ugly one." So I kind of carried this around with me for about ten years. I could only imagine that the reason that so many people "liked" me was because I was intelligent and funny, but still the "ugly one." (Can I tell you that as I am typing this I feel terrible, not just because it's a painful memory, but because of how many still feel this way.) So anyway, a few years ago, around Christmas time I was driving home from hanging out with my "cuter" friends and listening to Beatles CDs. That song came on and I just lost it, thinking that no one was EVER going to feel that way about me. A few months later (Feb 2001), I don't know what happened but I looked in the mirror and just snapped out of it. I'll never forget that moment. I still have issues when it comes to relating to people, and sometimes I think that everyone hates me. But I have NEVER gone back to that level of self-loathing. I can't believe I just told you guys that. (The crying over the song part, not the stupid teacher part. I tell that story a lot.) |
I'm now singing, "Yes, yes you're going to lose that girl, you're going to loooooose that girl, you're going to lo-oo-oo-oose, that, gi-rl." in my head. I hope that has happy memories for you. |
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i'm not saying this to belittle your experience, but as an assurance to your lack of freakiness for feeling this way. after i had cleo, i looked horrible and puffy and bruised, and one of my friends told me that i looked like natalie on "the facts of life." i cried. i cried about everything at that point in life, though, come to think about it. |
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Anyway, I don't credit him with any of that because now I think he's an asshole and he wasn't saying anything I hadn't heard already, from many friends over the years. It was just time for me to actually see it for myself. And I still have my moments, and lots of them. I couldn't recreate that flash of unbridled narcissism I had in the bathroom that morning (February 10, 2001) if I tried. (That's probably a good thing.) |
I'm turning into a crying person. I kind of like it, not being upset, but the release. I was never like this before. I only wish it wouldn't happen in random public places over silly things. |
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Last night I was telling my girlfriend about an experience I had in high school. When I was a freshman and just starting marching band, one of the drum majors, Misty, kept pinching my ass. It really pissed me off! I was angry because I assumed she was just fucking with me. I didn't consider, even for a moment, that she might have been attracted to me. See, I grew up always being overweight. People's comments about my appearance were almost universally negative. I remember once, ONCE, an old lady down the block saying, "You'll grow up to be a hansome man." I realized last night that my bad self image has been a constant thing since childhood. But in the last two years I've changed my outlook. Some of it was my doing: I just got sick of feeling ugly. Some of it was getting back in shape. But a key part was that I got encouragement and compliments from someone special to me. (Coincidentally, like kazoo, it was from soneone I was in a long distance relationship with.) She was very physically attractive and so having her tell me I was attractive meant a whole lot. She also told the the ways I was attractive, and was very descriptive. That gave me ample evidence, ideas I could repeat to myself, that helped me set aside my old self image. Sadly I also used that new confidence and dallied with someone else. I've decided, though, that some good can come of it, and not just for me. I want to help anyone, especially those I love, to feel better about the way they look. My girlfriend as problems with her self image, and I'm determined to help her the way I was helped. And I know that when I have kids they'll probably have the same problems I had. I want to know how to encourage them, how to help them feel good about themselves. I've held myself back for so long, and I never want to see someone I care about do the same. |
i still feel like "the ugly one" a lot of the time. but more and more i've been feeling better about myself. my body hasn't changed recently, i've just become more comfortable with it. so what if my jeans are size 14, i still think i'm a beautiful person, and my size is right for me. i still have to convince myself of this pretty much every day, but i really do believe it most of the time. i have a lot of insecurities. i dont know how i'm typing this without being emotional. i feel like a lot of my insecurities come from my negative self image. (the rest come from my inability to stand up to my mother.) there are days when i feel so fucking ugly and like no one will ever love me. i'm not gonna get into that feeling, cause i might just convince myself its true. besides, i'm pretty sure the feeling is universal. other days i feel like my positive feelings about myself are just lies, a defense mechanism against depression. thats almost worse than the other. well, maybe they are, but that doesn't mean i shouldn't believe them, eh? i'm being logical. logical doesn't always work so well when trying to believe what might be lies. oh well. at the moment, anyhow, i feel proud of myself for giving up the invisibility crutch just a little. |
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I was just going to say that I am happy you posted...that was brave. I'd say more, but I am completely exhausted and have to go to bed.... It was nice to hear from you too Antigone |
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I remember my mom telling me I was pretty once, and my dad said, "let's not exaggerate." My eyes are welling up thinking about that now. The bastard. I've started aerobics classes (just this Monday), so I'm hoping that getting stronger and fitter will help me feel better about myself. |
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I like to think of the line from Yeats' poem called "A Prayer for my Daughter" -- "Hearts are not had as gifts but hearts are earned by those who are not entirely beautiful." |
and thanks everyone here for accepting me and making me feel less alone. |
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Labour is blossoming or dancing where The body is not bruised to pleasure soul. Nor beauty born out of its own despair, Nor blear-eyed wisdom out of midnight oil. O chestnut-tree, great-rooted blossomer, Are you the leaf, the blossom or the bole? O body swayed to music, O brightening glance, How can we know the dancer from the dance? ...yeah, geeky, but what can you do? |
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Its sorta like seeing naked pictures of people you don't want to see naked or when spunk talks about his sex life. Its just odd. Almost too personal like walking into someone's house very early in the morning...someone you don't really know that well, but the smells you detect are heavy and personal and private. You feel like you shouldnt be there. You know? |
It's just the opposite of those who find it more comforting knowing that other people feel this way, and also makes the idea of self-loathing less taboo. |
Well, shit, J! Move out of Arizona! :) |
Fuck all, patrick! I find that ironic coming from someone who HAS posted naked pictures of himself... And, why are you so squeamish now? I've been reading this site for over four years and have read, and posted, much more sensitive stuff. What makes this info so unsettling? |
eh. so what. im comfortable in my few inconsistancies. eh...i've been trying to overcome self pity issues as of late and i find entertaining others is a bit tiresome. im just waiting for Stuart Smalley to pop out with the daily affirmation. In the grand scheme of things as of late, this shit seems so unimportant (war, being a father, economy etc.) nevermind me |
You also seem comfortable with being an asshole. ".i've been trying to overcome self pity issues as of late and i find entertaining others is a bit tiresome" Then don't read it, bitch! "In the grand scheme of things as of late, this shit seems so unimportant (war, being a father, economy etc.)" Dismissing other's problems because children are starving in China, are we? That's nice. But at the same time you've lumped being a new father in with war and the economy. Just another of your "inconsistancies," eh? Hmmmm...can we say "narcissist"? Don't worry patrick. I don't mind you at all. |
i didnt read 90%. i made a small smart allecky statement that kazoo asked about and you have asked for further elaboration on. So you kinda trapped me fuckwit. I wasnt making any big deal. You asked. "But at the same time you've lumped being a new father in with war and the economy. Just another of your "inconsistancies," eh? Hmmmm...can we say "narcissist"?" What? Im was saying whats been on my mind man. What is so narcissistic about that? |
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"...i'm not pretty, i've never been pretty..." about herself. i don't really remember the context. it made me livid. i asked her if she was fucking crazy. then i almost started crying and thinking about how my dad must be such an ass if she thinks that about herself. ah.life. it's making me tired. |
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about how she looks but about everything. It makes me really sad, especially since she now has my step-father who is happy to reassure her about anything and not just because he thinks she needs to hear it, but because he wants to tell her nice things anyway. I'm just like her, but I'm getting better. And that's something else she blames herself for, despite the fact that I do not. My father is even worse. But his situation is complicated by his mental illness which has left him completely broken. He had a manic relapse last year and while he was recovering used to call me and talk about everything (and I mean, everything) that was on his mind, especially about how insecure he was and how growing up he didn't think he'd ever amount to anything, and that he was ugly. It was horrible. Yeah, life...completely exhausting |
thats how i feel heather when i hear similar statements from people. how responsible are others for your self esteem though? I ask this not because of what I think but more for where you think the line is. On one hand you have extreme verbal abuse since early childhood continuing on into adolescence and on the other you have a some random passewr-by calling you ugly. Where's the line? Is it individual? Where's the point in which you demand one's intelligence over come the obvious irrationality of said source of verbal abuse? |
notions of blame and responsibility don't get at the problem. On the one hand you have family dynamics, on the other you have a society that puts unattainable standards on people (not just women) and then you have individual personalties that are more or less sensitive to all of these things (despite their actual expereinces)...all these things interact. And in the end you get a lot of insecure people who are insecure about a lot of things...but you notice patterns, and in keeping with this conversation...a lot of women who feel ugly and worthless because of that, despite any and all evidence to the contrary. So what do you do? Personally, I think in the end, individuals are responsible for their own security and contentment, but we don't live in a vacuum. I don't feel responsible for anyone's self-esteem but I also feel that I can and should do things for people that I wish people had done for me...like telling my friends that they are beautiful and having these conversations so that no one feels that they are the only one who feels this way and on and on and on... It's so frustrating when you hear people being hard on themselves, but it's not that easy to just wake up and change your mind because you "know" all the bad shit isn't true. Something else has to happen so that you stop "knowing" that you are attractive and wonderful, and start "feeling" that way. |
me need me some ehjucashun |
spunky or antigone haven't jumped all over THAT. |
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I don't have heat in my apartment. Why? Because I haven't called the office to ask them how or to send someone to light the pilots in the heaters. Why? I don't know. I don't think it's people I fear as much as "asking" for things. Yes, I know how STUPID this sounds...and I am really not as helpless and needy as it sounds...it's just that I run into these moments of ineptitude and I don't know why. Anyway, the reason that I am telling you all this is that I am banking on the fact that you WILL think I am a total moron and embarass myself into calling. I'm not coming back until I can say that I've taken care of this. Thank you for your time. |
(To be fair to myself, I called my building manager twice to get it lit and he never did anything. I couldn't think of an unaggressive way to make the third call, so...I've just been cooking on the stove. I'm getting a new manager soon, and I'll try him then. Hooray, I'm saved!) |
[2] Spider, its not that hard to light a pilot light on an oven. You can do it. I know you can.If you are in doubt,call an appliace store,and they will give you instructions. You have the God-given inalianable right to broil and bake. Now go do it. Both of you :) |
thanks ladies. I called. Someone will be over soon. I discovered that it is warmer outside than it is in my apartment. I also made an appointment with a new therapist. |
Call that man and chew his ass out if he doesn't come to light your stove. You seem even more frightened than me to offend people or have them think you are a bitch. Sometimes it can be empowering to stand up for yourself, and besides you won't have to deal with him for very much longer, so give him hell. Tell him you're going to call his boss if he doesn't get his ass up the stairs and into your apartment within the next 3 days. |
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Anyway, now it's sorta clean, so I'll fill out a service request tonight. The new building manager's first day was yesterday. |
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