you were the one doing the pressureing huh?

Yeah, but it was about cool stuff like arson and murder.

I had a friend (dubbed "Cornbread," so I suppose oddities are expected) who used to get EXTREMELY offended if you were in a group bake and passed on a hit. He had an "all or nothing" philosophy about participation, and if you couldn't hang for the duration, he grew strangely sullen and admonished you for ruining his high.

He has since been expelled from college for dealing cocaine out the fire escape of his apartment to local high schoolers.

Sounds like a guy I would be concerned about "fitting in" with.

I must be quite socially adept, I can't empathise with any of the social situations you've all mentioned.

The only one I can think of is when someone isn't enough of a man to laugh at the awkwardness of going for a piss at the same time. Oh, and when people do handshakes where you go from standard English to that one where your thumbs lock. I don't mind doing spuds, that's not difficult to mistinterpret, but the normal > thumb lock one is just fucking awful.

You must have misunderstood me. These problems do not result from MY social ineptitude, but the idiocy of the general public. It is not my fault that the collective members of society do not choose to obey my rules of social interaction which are, verifiably, optimal for all situations of human liaising.

Really, it's just easier to succumb to me. Go on. You know it's in your best interest.

I was thinking that in the situation described by yourself, I would've made it quite clear that the conversation was finished and got on with my work. Or at least wandered off saying, "Ooh, I've just got to get a coffee, I'll speak to you later, yeah?". There. Problem solved.

It's a delicate situation. I'm in my own office, so they INTRUDE, and CORNER me. There is no escape. I work with a breed of overly social people, who do not seem to understand the signs of misanthropy, which I communicate quite clearly.

Regardless, these types of situations plague one in any setting, on a daily basis. Just one of numerous reasons why I should be elected global fuhrer.

do you not get on with anyone where you work?

hah. you need to learn the "FUCK OFF" look. or the art of being unpleasant.

look. i just googled a random picture with "fuck off" as search therm. the others i can't post in the name of decency:



okay, i will post them anyway...



now, THAT will keep your office free of interference...

Are you sure you weren't searching under "glandular atrocity?"

Just act as though you're very busy. Right from the start, talk to them in passing, walk as you talk. This is what I try to do. This could be a reason for why people don't like me, however.

On a side note, I'm so sick of having talks like this with people. You know the ones:

Them: How are you?
Me: Shitty, I hate work, and I hate you.
Them: Thats neat. I'm great.
Me: Fuck you.
Them: To think its only Monday! (or) Thank god its Friday!! Have a great day!!

I go through this about 20 times a day.

hah hah. fucking hilarious. you should write plays.

I used to write plays when I was little. Stupid stuff. I don't have the patience for it. But thanks.

Any social interaction is awkward to me. All these boring people you have nothing in comman with who your forced to talk with and if you don't talk to them like thier your best friend your weird and anti-social. Work is the worst. If you could be drunk at work it would be alot easier to talk to everyone.

Aaaargh i hate to have like those forced conversations. i mostly have this with people i just met and hot girls. I found out Beer is the best solution for this.

Neither was I. I just told them that I didn't smoke, then I went to Wendy's. It was just an awkward situation, that is all.

Jeez....I'm terrible in social situations. I think most people who I wouldn't want to have a boring conversation with at my place of work steer clear because I complain a lot and swear quite loudly....so I'm told. I snagged a new pair of slacks on my desk today and said "cunt" quite loudly.....

i hate wearing tshirts with slogans. they're my shirts, but it's so awkward when someone is staring at your shirt, and when you ask what's up, they ask about your shirt. you explain, and they still KEEP STARTING AT IT. it makes me feel horrible.

most social interaction for me is horrible, mostly because i'm forced to communicate with imbeciles at school.

well, i finally broke out of that immigrants hellhole thread to get some air

yeah, i've had similar experiences to what truncated first wrote

it is awkward & I (as you do probably) just make some sort of excuse. as the situation gets more weird the excuses get more & more transparent to hopefully send a message of what the boundaries are.

it's like they want you to be their friend, but they also want you to entertain them or something. sometimes i guess it's because the person has little social or coping skills of their own.

I known some young guys at various jobs that did the same thing to me all the time & more recently, there's this friend of mine that I fell out of contact with for awhile because he got serious with a girlfriend who has kids of her own & now that the relationship is rocky he wants to hang out & he does the same thing on the phone to me all the time & calls with no point in mind & so forth.

The very worst case of this happening was just a few years ago & some guy started talking to me out of the blue as I was smoking outside when I lived at this one apartment complex. from there it seemed that he just started waiting to see me outside & then going out to talk to me. Thing was, we never had anything to talk about & I always did most of the talking. As my cigarette wes about out...then he wound ask a question or something. The guy didn't smoke either. Towards the end though, he was smoking cigarettes too...haha. I won't say what nationality he was, but he was (is still?) a foreign exchange student. My friend kept telling me the guy was gay, but I just don't think so, because in my youth I had a few gay stalkers. This won't do much much to discredit that theory, but the guy did give me a shirt for the Christmas that I was in that apartment complex. He said it was a gift someone gave him that he didn't want. It was not wrapped, but in a gift box, so I suppose his story checks out.