Sensei
剣道家
- Nov 4, 2019
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I'm not your typical social misfit. I'm generally not shy or grumpy and however narcissistic it may sound, people respect me and listen to me. Yet, I don't fit in. Only almost. I've never been very socially competent or mastered the art of small talk. For the better or the worse, I'm not an ordinary person. I've been told many times that I'm "different" and "complex", occasionally also "difficult"; in this context, "difficult" has a more negative ring to it in my native language than in English. Evidently, I'm intellectually intimidating too, because I've been told that "one always has to say intelligent things around you." Despite all of this, I've got by. I've had something resembling a social life and my fair share of friends and lovers.
Since I developed bipolar disorder, things have changed for the worse. I have almost no friends left and I can't make relationships work. I realize that my disorder affects my behaviour in different ways, obvious ones such as being more impulsive and subtle ones such as having a more dominant body language. However, I've become more aware of this as time has gone by and I've tried to adjust my behaviour. I try to be kind and easy-going, listen, and small talk the best I can. It leads to nothing; no new friends or acquaintances, no love. Evidently, I'm difficult in some subtle ways I don't fully understand. I don't fit in, only almost. My social life is imploding, slowly and gradually, and I don't know what to do about it.
To recover, I need to learn to cope with this somehow. I must either 1) find some way to change my behaviour or 2) accept that I might end up being alone. I know there's not much to say about this. I simply needed to vent.
Since I developed bipolar disorder, things have changed for the worse. I have almost no friends left and I can't make relationships work. I realize that my disorder affects my behaviour in different ways, obvious ones such as being more impulsive and subtle ones such as having a more dominant body language. However, I've become more aware of this as time has gone by and I've tried to adjust my behaviour. I try to be kind and easy-going, listen, and small talk the best I can. It leads to nothing; no new friends or acquaintances, no love. Evidently, I'm difficult in some subtle ways I don't fully understand. I don't fit in, only almost. My social life is imploding, slowly and gradually, and I don't know what to do about it.
To recover, I need to learn to cope with this somehow. I must either 1) find some way to change my behaviour or 2) accept that I might end up being alone. I know there's not much to say about this. I simply needed to vent.