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Jul. 23rd, 2010 02:41 amI'm completely once someone has asked me a blunt question. Someone who I have as a "fiend" on various social networks but who I haven't spoken to in a very long time sent me an IM and did some asking, questions like, "What's up," "What kinds of things are you into these days," " Any subjects you specialize in?"
This sort of curiousness about my general being is intolerable. I can't be direct, giving an accurate picture of my life would horrify a person if it was revealed all at once. I am an alternately depressing and uninteresting subject. People need to get used to the uselessness of talking about me by degrees, I think. To have it out all at once would certainly drive a prudent person to go interact elsewhere. This is why I socialize primarily on sex mucks, because people want to talk to your character, and learn of their fictional life and interests etc. There's no pressure on me to be an acceptable human specimen in such a fictional setting.
So I try to be somewhat mysterious but definitely closed when such things come up. "I don't want to talk about that right now," is my standard phrase to shut that sort of questioning down. I think what I feel most keenly when someone asks those sorts of general probing questions is shame. The confused silence and hasty "well, goodbye" once I've shut down someone's curiosity is much preferable to inventorying the state of my life for conversational purposes.
This sort of curiousness about my general being is intolerable. I can't be direct, giving an accurate picture of my life would horrify a person if it was revealed all at once. I am an alternately depressing and uninteresting subject. People need to get used to the uselessness of talking about me by degrees, I think. To have it out all at once would certainly drive a prudent person to go interact elsewhere. This is why I socialize primarily on sex mucks, because people want to talk to your character, and learn of their fictional life and interests etc. There's no pressure on me to be an acceptable human specimen in such a fictional setting.
So I try to be somewhat mysterious but definitely closed when such things come up. "I don't want to talk about that right now," is my standard phrase to shut that sort of questioning down. I think what I feel most keenly when someone asks those sorts of general probing questions is shame. The confused silence and hasty "well, goodbye" once I've shut down someone's curiosity is much preferable to inventorying the state of my life for conversational purposes.