This is going to sound strange, but it’s actually easier for me, when people aren’t nice to me.
When they don’t say and do nice things for me, befriending me, and so forth.
I find it confusing. And the reciprocity thing makes my head feel like it’s spinning.
And I’m going to get it wrong.
Either I’ll get too close, too fast, or I’ll keep my distance when I’m not supposed to.
They’ll expect me to hug them. And that’s no good. I’m a terrible hugger, objectively speaking. I don’t know how to get the right pressure, and I always seem to dig my chin into the other person’s shoulder, which is a weirdly intimate thing to do, when I think about it.
They will say things and expect me to respond in kind. But my brain doesn’t work at their same speed, so I’ll end up saying something stupid or coarse or reflexive that’s unconsciously meant to push them away.
It’s better, if people aren’t nice to me.
That’s not to say I don’t like people. I do! I really enjoy their company, and I like to spend time chatting about things that interest us. Even the dreaded small-talk is fun for me, at times. Banter. Witty banter. Laughs. Ha-ha-ha. 😀
But other than superficial fun times, I prefer that people are objective and a little cold towards me. Matter-of-fact. Because facts really matter a lot to me, and it’s more important for me to handle things in the correct manner, than it is for me to “exchange energies” with potentially needy others.
I don’t mind the chill. I prefer it, in fact.
Just don’t be rude.
Rudeness I cannot countenance. Standoffishness, yes. But rudeness, no.
And that’s what I have to say about that tonight.