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Mainly because so many people lie about their weight that it's hard to visualize what different weights actually look like. Although, really, weight isn't the whole picture. Someone told me I had lost weight the other day when really I weigh more than the last time I saw them but my muscle-to-fat ratio has dramatically increased.

One reason I am not bashful about my weight is because it could be dangerous if someone is asking to make sure that a piece of equipment or something is rated to hold me. One of the first things I was asked when I went to the indoor rock climbing wall on campus was how much I weighed. If I got bashful or lied, I might be injured or killed.

What's appropriate?

When is it the appropriate time to laugh?

What is appropriate and normal development?

Is what's appropriate in one culture inappropriate in another?

Very interesting replies. The friend didn't seem to mind about the glasses. I've known her forever so she understands me and my quirks and I did tell her about my Asperger's. I understand if it was a fairly new friend probably not to say ugly glasses or whats your weight. Also with the weight it wasn't an ice breaker it was after we had opened up and discussed her College life THEN I went ahead and popped (so to speak) So how much do you weigh?) question. Her glasses were those HUGE eye Lady Gaga kind UGLY IMO. Glad to know I'm not the only one with forwardness issues. Also about the 2hr. wait at school I've said stuff like that. My sister fell and besides saying I hope she's ok I came out and said I hope she isn't paralyzed. HEY my mind went there my mind ALWAYS goes to the "worst case scenario" It has always done that.

Depends on the people you're communicating with.

I recently had a music rehearsal at the house of the singer's boyfriend........we unfortunately ended up chattering and clowning about between songs, and the session was naturally getting longer and longer. Eventually the guy looked rather pissed off and he said "what I'd like to know is when are you lot going to get out of my space?" The singer kind of scolded him for his "rude" remark. I chipped in and said that frankly if it had been my house I'd have been crawling up the wall by now. I added that I'd rather people be rude to me than nice to my face and horrible behind my back. Sure, his remark did sting me a little, but I'm sure it did me a lot less harm than the sycophantic, lying drivel that most people would have used on me to cover up their real feelings. They'd have hinted and done all kinds of twisty turny things to avoid seeming unpleasant, I'd probably never have worked out what I'd done to upset them, and they'd probably have thought me invasive and uncaring. But thanks to a little honest talking, we resolved the problem and we all still dig each other.

Go, and do thou likewise. Actually I'm pretty tolerant to over-polite people as well, but they're not going to be seeing much of me if I keep making socially inappropriate friends at this rate. I should also say that I'm disgustingly polite myself, but I always know that if I don't spell out what gets up my nose about a person, it's my fault if they don't realise they're annoying me. Unfortunately a lot of polite people don't seem to take that kind of responsibility for their weird behaviour.