I hate pretending to give a shit about people I don't know. If you aren't a friend or family member, I don't want to hear you yak, unless I invite you to by yakking first or joining a social group. So sick of going out and random strangers start chatting me up when I DON'T FUCKING GIVE A SHIT! I wish I could force myself to tell them this. I wish that with the next jackass to start yakking at me about gods knows what, that I could have the strength of will to say, "Listen, I don't mean to be rude, but I don't know you and thus, I do not care even one tiny iota about anything you have to say. I am not a social person, and I get so sick and tired of you goddamn social butterflies yakking at total strangers. No one who doesn't know you is going to give a shit."
Gods, it's so annoying. Even strangers saying "Hi" bothers me, but that's part of my issues and I've learned to ignore it. And while people asking me the time or directions or whatnot bothers me too, that's not what I'm bitching about. I am bitching about the people who have nothing to say and feel they must say it anyway to whoever is nearby just because they like the sound of their own voice, or because they can't stand silence. I am bitching about the people who just start barraging you with everything their mind can think of just because they like talking - or worse, because they're super social and want to make a human connection with any random person. Well I'm sorry, but even before people started making my life hell, I had very little interest in them. I have never been social. I probably never will be particularly social. And I certainly have no interest in random strangers while I'm out and about.
And I also can't stand the people who, despite having been born and raised to speak English, have such an inadequate grasp of the language that I can't make any sense at all of the words coming out of their mouth. I mean, yeah, there are times when people can be speaking perfectly clearly, loudly enough, I've been paying full attention to them, I even know all the words and what each word means on its own, I can even hear all the words in the right order, and I STILL can't fathom their meaning. But that's my brain's fault. What I get pissy about is that I am so tired of the people whose words are so poorly spoken that I can barely recognize them as being language at all, much less comprehensible. Like this idiot Saturday night, he just started yakking at me; I caught a few words, and they were English, but most of it was so poorly spoken that he might as well have been chanting in Latin at me.
I make an exception for familiar faces, like this one guy in a wheelchair who apparently lives nearby. Not the one who pretends to be helpless in order to steal money and sexually assault people, who I can't hear when he speaks anyway, but another guy. Guy with a beard. Nice guy.
Still, just because you live in the area doesn't mean I'm going to recognize you; I am horrible with faces. Most people, my brain processes them... I want to say "like inanimate objects," but that isn't accurate. Because my brain pays a lot of attention to buildings, scenery, and inanimate objects. I have a great memory for things, and I form deep emotional bonds with certain objects. Strangers... my brain first looks for signs of them being a threat, and then if it gets no "threat" vibe from them, basically ignores them. It keeps an eye out for changes to the threat status, but that's a behavior thing. And once I or the other person is gone, my brain promptly forgets them unless something memorable happened. Otherwise, in one ear and out the other.
And names, I'm even worse at. I've been going to these pagan meetups twice a month since September, and I've only remembered one name: Sorcha. Wait... two. Sorcha and Lord Ansur. I know a lot of faces, but names just don't stick around. I still remember
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christinathena as Ranka, even though she hasn't been that username for a very long time.
Bleh. Out of steam, now.
