Don't think you're immune—it could be happening to you
Nothing has happened recently to highlight it, but I am going through another round of furiously resenting that I had to develop social skills. I did, of course, and people I trust tell me they're good, and I am actively not interested in being a jerk. Other people were a more alien language to me than Akkadian and I learned them. That's an accomplishment. But all I really wanted, even into grad school, was to be good at things and left alone. I thought for years that if the first part were true enough, the second would follow automatically.
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Crap, that's ME. Isn't it. Crap.
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It's a possibility.
I really believed that if I were good enough at what I did, people wouldn't care whether I smiled enough, whether I socialized, whether I could make small talk, whether I dressed well, whether I was good at anything other than the things I needed to be. I got this idea from somewhere. And I look at it now and think: yes, and then the war ends and all of a sudden it matters very much that you're not the marrying kind.
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It Makes Me Want to Unironically Die to self-promote; like the work or don't! I made it exist and now it is up to you! ...but it isn't like that. It's been a real thing to learn.
You should save that last sentence for something; it came to you from somewhere good and it stands out like a real gift, even if it hurt.
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Thank you. I will keep it.
*hugs*