I get pretty jealous of lovers, friends, and even relatives when I hear about their plans and activites. They go to dinners, parties, out on the town, day trips, and vacations. It seems like I am always home alone.
I was lucky to have 3 friends overseas that spent actual time in the same physical space as me. They had other friends and went to lots of dinners and parties, but they still made time for me. Friendless and unlikeable me, the woman always sad and complaining.
The first party I was invited to was after I was 30. Before that, I didn’t have any social interactions except with nerds, geeks, future-librarians and expats.
Being socially awkward, I have always struggled with small talk, superficial conversation, mean-spirited remarks, and the natural flow of conversation. If I recount an event, I always have witty or insightful replies observations and replies. But I only thought them rather than saying them. Sometimes the perfect response comes to me later, after ruminating on the event. That of course is perfectly useless.
That social ineptitude doesn’t actually get better in closer relationships that have grown over time. It’s really that I can communicate only with a minority of accommodating human beings.
Additionally, I have a problem being present in the moment. Life is on the other side of a glass window. I see life. I study life. I do not experience life. I overanalyze everything as it’s happening, trying to draw lessons from the past while anticipating other people’s reactions. So mostly, I am completely lost in the worry and confusion in my head all the time. It’s a wonder I have noticed the sky is blue, right?
Actually in aloneness, I can notice my physical surroundings. But that is because I am a simple observer. There is still the indirectness of all experience of reality being perceived through our limited senses. But at least complicated human interaction isn’t in my way.
My conclusion is that my inability to act in coordination with the people and immediate environment in front of me makes it impossible to relish the fun times I believe other people to be having. If even I had the same social opportunities other people seem to enjoy so easily, I can’t connect with truly being a part of it. I feel self-conscious and out of place, barely managing my unabated anxiety. There’s simply a component in me lacking. And I am very jealous of normal people who have it.