About a year and a half ago I developed anxiety disorder. Not really understanding it, or knowing how to cope with it, often had me feel like I was going crazy.
And you know, I always told Todd that I would rather actually be crazy than have any other mental deficiency. At least when you are crazy, chances are, you don’t know it, therefore you don’t know anything is wrong. What is the saying, ignorance is bliss?
So a few weekends ago, I was thinking about this, on a less serious level.
But have you ever been in a social situation, whether a party, a dinner, a family gathering, etc., where you have felt like everyone in the room is so different from you. Either in the way they think, or talk, or the things they find funny or socially acceptable.
And you can tell that you (and maybe your spouse) are the only ones that feel this way. Everyone else is acting like nothing is amiss.
At what point do you stop thinking that they are all the crazy ones and start entertaining the option that you are the alien?
Ok, so sense of humor is a subjective thing, so maybe that is not a good one to go on. I mean it is perfectly possible that a room full of people could find something funny and I don’t simply because my sense of humor sucks. Possible, but not plausible.
But what about things that are considered socially acceptable? Wouldn’t you think that you and your circle of friends/acquaintances would have similar views on this?
I mean generally, we surround ourselves with people that are like us, birds of a feather and all that.
Luckily my husband and I, although opposites in many ways, do share commonalities in this area.
We found ourselves out to dinner a few weeks ago with some people outside of the group we normally hang with. Now these were perfectly nice people. No one said anything offensive to us, or insulted us in any way. And maybe it was because we aren’t used to this particular group, but Todd and I walked away from that evening feeling like we had been punked!
Unfortunately, as I found out that evening, when your blog is public, you have to begin censoring yourself to a certain extent. Which, I have to tell you, I don’t relish, but I also don’t like intentionally hurting people’s feelings.
Suffice it to say, the cryptic nature of this post is due to the fact that someone may be reading it, and I don’t want to detail what it was that night that made us feel as if we had been punked.
It was definitely an interesting night though, so Mr. or Ms. X, we thank you for the entertainment!