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Voicelessness and Emotional Survival Message Board / Re: Anything again
« Last post by Dirty Hippy on Today at 01:06:50 AM »Went out this evening and was running late because I had to eat and bad timing etc. It was a little art get-together thing. It's the second time I have gone to it and it feels like the dregs including me I suppose. Yes I am being "judgemental" though it's a real observation.
There was nobody sitting across from me at first & they had fewer rando supplies this time. Eventually same woman shows up again. On one hand it's nice that this is the same person that showed up before on the other hand she stressed me out again being around her strange frantic energy. And as I am sitting there even though I have GAD I am thinking wow so I guess I am the calm one here. The lady to my direct left who I had been talking to earlier says to the frantic woman that she seemed really "stressed" directly to her and the comment seems like a bird that flew right past her.
At some point I am hoping I can't get a disease if she accidentally spits in my eye. (I know weird though but hey it's the public and the dregs)
I'm glad that I am not the only person who noticed this woman's strange frantic energy. She wouldn't stop talking and she seemed to not make any progress on her project while being constantly frustrated and undecided about how to make the thing that was her idea to make. She asked me for reassurance and I said "only you have the vision in your head I have no idea." I guess I am not helpful but I am sort of liking my not helpful self these days.
In the end I was glad I showed up about 40 minutes late.
I talked to four new people that I hadn't talked to the previous time.
This thing, these people, this event, it can not be my chosen family. Fact is the two people that talked about family there already have one and are not needing friends as far as I can tell.
Oh well. At least I went out that was sort of the point.
Everybody who has pretty good social skills they don't think about it and they just have a life somehow.
Then there is whatever this social event is.
I would rather be doing something else. Whatever my evening was sort of wasted.
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