Rahul: Lol, I’m an ambivert, with social anxiety, and no social skills.
I envy true introverts- at least their social ineptness doesn’t fuck them in the ass, they’re subjects of being left alone. This sucks ass even more when you’re a nerd in the 115-122 IQ range.
So, you’re pretty much fucked in school.
“The people around you aren’t interested in the crap you’re into-”
I deal with this all time. Nobody wants to talk about the stuff I want to talk about. Even other people with genius IQ’s (and I know a number of them) don’t want to talk about my stuff. Especially women.
Sometimes I will be going on about some airy metaphysical or philosophical stratospheric gibberish, and I look over at my conversation partner, and their face says, “Why the Hell are you even talking about this crap anyway?! Why would anyone care about this stuff?!” Then I quit talking and go back to being alone again.
I met this young Black woman who wanted to go out with me. 23 year old college girl. Math major, she was quite intelligent. So the first phone call to her, before we even go out on a date, I end up talking about Wittgenstein! Looking back, I am thinking that’s dumb. I mean nobody understands Wittgenstein. Hell, sometimes I think Wittgenstein didn’t understand Wittgenstein. How could he have?
Unsurprisingly, she ghosts me after that. Phone just rings and texts go unanswered. And I pride myself on being able to talk to women. I can talk to women, except when my stupid brain butts in and decides to get up on stage and dance around in front of an empty audience in the middle of the conversation. That’s when the head-shaking starts. It’s often somewhere in between “What in God’s name are you talking about?” and “Why the Hell are you even talking about this crap!?”
What the Hell is an ambivert? I know an ambisexual is just a bisexual.
