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Hi, I'm new here. I'm an INFJ and 4w5. I've never used a site like this before so I'm sorry if I do some things wrong. I have a coping mechanism that I have used for most of my life that I am pretty ashamed of. I tend to be rude on purpose in social situations when I am getting overwhelmed with painful emotions in order to regain my composure.
I come off as off-putting, maybe? I tend to say things I know will end the interaction quickly but aren't like super mean. I'm not really sure how to explain it. Just questionably polite enough. I have a lot of anxiety around talking to people. I can't just say a thing and be content with it. I have to agonize over every tiny thing, how my lip probably moved the wrong way that doesn't match my inflection, and while I'm agonizing I worry that maybe I'm missing important pieces of what the person is telling me and that makes my internal freak-out worse.
I don't really socialize a lot on my own time. I have a partner and two best friends, one local to me, and one across the country. They're the only people who really get me and I love being around them. But when I have to be around other people even for short amounts of time the anxiety I feel is ridiculous and I know it isn't really the people's fault, I just get nervous about talking. Which is why I feel evil for not being friendly. Since they have no way of knowing what is going on inside me and could think that I don't like them or have a personal vendetta against them. I never want to be mean or hurt someone, that's the last thing I want to do. But there's no way to tell a stranger "Hey! Sorry I'm rude, it's because socializing makes me wanna cry!" and I wouldn't want them to know that either.
I think a lot of it comes down to me feeling like they wouldn't like me anyway. So I just stop trying all together even if it's just a fleeting conversation with some lady in the grocery store. It's an instinct at this point. I only realized that was what I was doing recently.
I'd also like more friends but I'm really weird. I rarely find anyone I connect with. My mom says I need to make more friends but it's not like I go around not making friends on purpose. I make them when they come. I could go make a million friends and then be exhausted and feel like a failure for not being able to adequately share my time and love with all of them because of the sheer amount of friends I'd have. It's easier for me to have fewer friends because I can be a better friend when I have less to focus on.
Also, I'm sorry if this is super unclear or anything. I have trouble organizing my thoughts sometimes in a way that makes sense to others. I also feel super soft and vulnerable inside but I guess I don't come across that way which makes me sad. I want people to know me and it's just hard.
I guess I feel alone in this and don't want to but maybe it's mean that I wish other people also have this problem? Ugh. Is there anyone that has dealt with this? Maybe you can share some ways you handle it? Thank you so much for reading, I really appreciate it.
I come off as off-putting, maybe? I tend to say things I know will end the interaction quickly but aren't like super mean. I'm not really sure how to explain it. Just questionably polite enough. I have a lot of anxiety around talking to people. I can't just say a thing and be content with it. I have to agonize over every tiny thing, how my lip probably moved the wrong way that doesn't match my inflection, and while I'm agonizing I worry that maybe I'm missing important pieces of what the person is telling me and that makes my internal freak-out worse.
I don't really socialize a lot on my own time. I have a partner and two best friends, one local to me, and one across the country. They're the only people who really get me and I love being around them. But when I have to be around other people even for short amounts of time the anxiety I feel is ridiculous and I know it isn't really the people's fault, I just get nervous about talking. Which is why I feel evil for not being friendly. Since they have no way of knowing what is going on inside me and could think that I don't like them or have a personal vendetta against them. I never want to be mean or hurt someone, that's the last thing I want to do. But there's no way to tell a stranger "Hey! Sorry I'm rude, it's because socializing makes me wanna cry!" and I wouldn't want them to know that either.
I think a lot of it comes down to me feeling like they wouldn't like me anyway. So I just stop trying all together even if it's just a fleeting conversation with some lady in the grocery store. It's an instinct at this point. I only realized that was what I was doing recently.
I'd also like more friends but I'm really weird. I rarely find anyone I connect with. My mom says I need to make more friends but it's not like I go around not making friends on purpose. I make them when they come. I could go make a million friends and then be exhausted and feel like a failure for not being able to adequately share my time and love with all of them because of the sheer amount of friends I'd have. It's easier for me to have fewer friends because I can be a better friend when I have less to focus on.
Also, I'm sorry if this is super unclear or anything. I have trouble organizing my thoughts sometimes in a way that makes sense to others. I also feel super soft and vulnerable inside but I guess I don't come across that way which makes me sad. I want people to know me and it's just hard.
I guess I feel alone in this and don't want to but maybe it's mean that I wish other people also have this problem? Ugh. Is there anyone that has dealt with this? Maybe you can share some ways you handle it? Thank you so much for reading, I really appreciate it.