Antisocial
Oct. 10th, 2004 10:14 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I get bored so easily. Visitors? Unless they want to discuss Virginia Woolf or Ingmar Bergman they can go to hell. I sit. I squirm. I pick up a book and read the back cover.
My excuses are that I've become crusty with age, that my arthritis won't let me sit still- but the truth is I've always been this way. All that's changed is that now I'll admit to it. And I'm not so eager to be liked.
That's why I love LJ. I can pick the company I keep and the conversations I have. And if I don't feel like talking I can switch screens and play solitaire.
My excuses are that I've become crusty with age, that my arthritis won't let me sit still- but the truth is I've always been this way. All that's changed is that now I'll admit to it. And I'm not so eager to be liked.
That's why I love LJ. I can pick the company I keep and the conversations I have. And if I don't feel like talking I can switch screens and play solitaire.
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Date: 2004-10-10 07:33 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-10-11 12:05 pm (UTC)There's nothing more tedious than balancing a plate on your lap in someone's living room and trying to come up with something to say--"What pretty wallpaper! Your piano looks so nice in front of it! And is that the Thompson piano series? Did you take lessons as a child?" And wanting to go home so much, but you can't yet. And then you spill punch on your shirt and the hostess flutters around.
I used to know someone who always had to go to parties with his wife, and he hated it. It was usually at Christmas choir parties when I'd see him, and I got so I admired how he'd handle things--he'd go straight to the bookshelf and examine every book. Occasionally his wife would pull him out into the room, or we'd have charades, but otherwise he'd be reading titles.
On the
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Date: 2004-10-11 12:49 pm (UTC)And I have pictures to prove it!