That antisocial term that was coined to me by my newly-adopted-cuz-I-don’t-have-a-damned-choice-friend “Miguel” is indeed an overstatement.
Can’t recall how many times he threw the word at me and it’s getting into my spastic nerves that makes me wanna puke! …. that’s a damned serious accusation…..!
Hmmm… okey, what does the term means anyway?
The English Thesaurus gave the word the following meaning:
“…unsociable, unfriendly, disagreeable, shy, disruptive, rebellious, harmful, inconsiderable, selfish…”
..hey, am none of those…………..well…errrrr…. not absolutely though.
Okey, am shy at times, but definitely harmless and positively selfless. There’s no way either that I am unsociable… I would rather say, am cautious or a bit selective for practical and personal reason.
There may be times or as a rule of thumb, I don’t like wasting my time with nonsense talks – unless… am having a heck of a fun – or meeting and discussing topics with people that do not really interest me or I don’t have common ground with the other party, much less joining groups that I find to be having unreasonable causes or f*&king agenda..
You see Miguel, my dear accidental-friend, compelling myself in establishing alliance with people that I found to be not sharing the same interest or discussing stuff that I don’t really enjoy or me talking about things that they’re not interested in, do you really seriously think that we would click? Much less, those people I find to be hideous?
Not that I don’t have a genuine interest in people, I do, juz that most of the people around us nowadays aren’t genuine enough to spark an interest. But that doesn’t mean that I am anti-social. You see, if I am, why the hell am I establishing acquaintances with people I’m meeting during those tiring “moving-around” who until now are actively keeping in touch? They interest me. Why do some people we know keeps on calling (pestering is the right term perhaps) and keeps on hanging around (to my concealed disgust).
Guess, the one thing that makes you feel that I am an antisocial is the visible “borderline” that I always draw on each people and whose size varies from person to person.
It’s what I call “private personal fences” that wards off unwanted entities from invading my private hidden hell. I guess, most of us have it, happens that mine is very visible. Like you always say.. “true friends stabs you upfront, fake ones stabs you at your back”.
And juz as my buddy Morissey S. said “…why do I smile to people who I’d much rather kick in the eye…”.
But for the record, I have several friends and countless acquaintances – that I would prove to be successful in a networking enterprise if ever I embark into one. And to be honest, I have some other factors that influences my belief about social limitations.
For one, I want to maintain a certain degree of privacy… am sure Miguelito mi umpukito, that you have an inkling on this. Having said that, I assure you that I am certainly not an antisocial ….per se.
Consider it – having some degree of fussiness at a very negligible level and it’s imbedded in my DNA …. commencing at the time of conception, yet, reasonable at that.
K.A.P.I.S.H
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