An acquaintance of mine once pointed out the fact that not only am I not a loner, I am also not quite pleasant to hang around with. I then replied by smiling and punching him in the fucking gonads.
I went out just now to get something to munch and bumped into this guy who was also waiting for the elevator. I don't know about other people but I believe that the time taken to wait for an elevator is supposed to be appreciated by admiring the silence and thinking profoundly but of course, the guy apparently does not believe in this philosophy. So he looks at me and says exactly this:
Random Guy: Hey, remember me?
Me: *Stares in confusion* No, actually.
RG: What do you mean, we met before.
Me: I don't think so.
RG: I'm your neighbour man.
Me: Okay.
RG: So how you doing? Your housemate told me you have an exam.
At which point I walked away and took the stairs all the way down. Then I realised that some cuntnugget left the door of the elevator open. So I left it just like that, because the multiverse hates its inhabitants and I refuse to upset that balance.
Honestly, I don't think that my people skills suck. Actually, since I'm the soon to be Overlord of the fucking world, I have unrivalled people skills. I hate fucking kids but if I absolutely have to be nice, the kids will wish that I'm their fucking parent (Refer: here). However I do agree that I am inept at socialising, the years of enjoying solitude had taken its toll. I know how to approach people but then I have no wish to actually do so. What's the point, really, I'm not the best when it comes to keeping friends. Even the ones who I have understand that and they go to such lengths to work around it. Not flip when I ignore them, for example.
Crowds on the other hand, that... Unnerves me. It's like a congregation of fucking idiots in a room and if you make one wrong move, you'll fall into a pit of stupidity. Which is why I hate clubs. And parties. And the world.
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| Spot on Sir Google, spot on. |
Being social is too fucking overrated. Contrary to popular belief, you don't need a hundred friends to survive. You don't need to smile all the fucking time. you don't need to be accepted. You don't need to have a different personality the minute you walk out the door. All you need is wits, intelligence and well, family. Have all that and you're good to go. Apparently humility is part of that but eh, you make do. Nowadays I see people who are somehow genuinely happy and I'm glad because they're honest. And lucky, I guess, some people are born with a sunbeam shining out of their ass and vomiting rainbow puppies but I digress. So many fucks go out into the world and fake everything and then the moment they're with someone they trust, they start to fucking complain about how life sucks because they have to do it. Well they don't have to fucking do it, do they? What in God's name is so great about impressing co-workers or fellow students or fucking strangers? The only thing you need to do is show that you can do a fucking awesome job and that's it. They don't like your attitude? Compare fucking work-performance charts with them. Who'd laugh then?
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