I know I promised you some juicy dating stories but tonight’s story is really about something I’ve only just realized about myself.
I suck at communication with human beings.
Seriously. I’m terrible at it.
So many times, things I say are misinterpreted and, especially my texts, leave the reciprocant in a quandary as to what I meant. And if I don’t add a smile, I get called bitchy.
I’m quite proficient at communicating with computers, though… they’re really very simple in the fact that they only understand two things… OFF and ON.
And that’s really kind of how my brain works too.
The signal is either OFF or ON. When it’s between, or not specifically OFF or ON, my brain enters flight or fight mode and, much like a computer, starts sending inappropriate messages and erroring out.
Maybe it’s a personality disorder. Maybe it’s the PMDD, PTSD, and OCD. Maybe my brain only understands clear messages and not mixed ones.
It sends my brain into emotional turmoil that is like a boulder traveling at massive speeds down an alpine slope only to crash and explode into millions of tiny pieces as it slams against a tree… unable to put itself back again.
Full of unstoppable anxiety that usually ends in a full fledged panic attack.
Either way… I truly suck at communication with human beings. Almost all of them.
My real friends understand that I’m sick. And that I have almost no social skills.
And that anytime I’m not at home, or in a couple of close friend’s houses, I’m experiencing anxiety. Sometimes debilitating.
And I’m sorry to all I’ve afflicted.