It's still a mystery to me how more people don't find themselves in the same worry. Yeah, okay, so we walk around with blank expressions or "perceived" frowns and inadvertently offend people who think we're being short with them, or sarcastic, or any of a million kinds of rude (like the time I failed to thank the girl who said "bless you" when I sneezed. Sorry lady, but I never thought a bad spirit was going to fly into my mouth so get over it)... But are the rest of them so bloody delightful? Nope... they are offensively fake with their supposed niceness, some of them, deciding that it is better to be two-faced than honest. Some shoot off their big fat mouths, butting in to every aspect of other people's lives. Some are just plain loud. Some chortle between their words. Some are smugly self-righteous.
Why, I ask myself, do these people never seem to have the least glimmer that they are the way they are? How is it they have made it this far in life never thinking it might be possible that they are in the wrong? I have been face to face more times with the crowd, standing there in their cow-like herds of self-satisfied indignation, staring me down for my bluntness and feeding their wounded egos upon the carcass of my once-hopeful friendliness by connecting Borg-like with each other and muttering, gossiping, give their agreeing nods and other extravagant conversational flourishes, the self-indulgent giggles, gabbles and snorts that make them just so many members of Oprah Winfrey's studio audience...
And through it all, not a thought in any one tiny little brain that says, "Oh, me... I must seem like such a pig-ignorant, ill-mannered sheep of a person."
My self-awareness serves me well, it is a curse, and a blessing... I try to teach my kids to have a social conscience, and that others may not realize what they are doing, and that telling them is not always a kindness, not unless you are close friends and can tell them with affection. Which I can't do, but my daughter can.
So they may find themselves someday in my spot, being told by a third party that I offended the stupid boy who said a stupid thing and got what he deserved for it... but maybe they'll be able to cope better with it.
For the curious... the stupid boy (18 years old) saw me (also 18 then) walking by, minding my own business and thinking my own thoughts, and out of nowhere saw fit to tell me to smile (oh, that again). I told him with a straight face (what else) not to tell me what to do and kept walking.
That was it. For that he sic'ed the ingratiating skinny girl on me, "Laird said you hurt his feelings," yeah whatever, I didn't ask Laird to pester me when I was hungry and go getting ideas, who does he think he is anyway, get over it stupid boy...
I'm still working through resentment at my social muddles. Even though I must be the one common thing in each problem situation, yet I still get angry at everyone else for being so typical.