Because I'm me. If I look at myself through other people's eyes (based on their reactions and whatnot), the kids in school would probably label me as eccentric, calm, collected but mysterious all the same. Afew months back, these two guys in my year went up to me and started to show me a lot of attention. To be honest, I've never really been given much attention and to some extend, that hasn't bothered me since I was a child. In elementary school, I was that kid who would zone out at the back of class, thinking about 'what-if' scenarios and immersing myself in reading. I rarely spoke, but I thought a lot.
Back home, with a religious extremist for a father and an overbearing (and I suspect, highly neurotic) mother, I hardly spoke either. I have always had a problem with communicating when I've always been, literally, backhanded in the face for ever attempting to express myself. So, from age five to twelve, obviously I got the idea that no one was interested in what I wanted to say. By merely observing, I picked up on similar behavioural patterns in the people around me and learnt from an early age that if you weren't part of the tribe, you'd be singled out. Fear is also a big part of our lives where all too often, many project their fears unto others... which is a big pain in the ass. I never "joined the tribe" or conformed but learnt to survive by putting on a facade of complacency and apathy, a cold hard exterior.
Lately, I've been questioning my behaviour. All these walls that I put up around me, ultimately, what good would that do for me? I'm alright with being on my own but that doesn't mean I never feel lonely. *Snort* Funny thing, most people in school think I'm an emotionless ***** anyway. So they throw me backhanded comments and I just take it, or come up with a witty remark. Maybe my personality is offputting to most of the people around me.
Ah, I digressed again. Back to what I brought up before, those guys who had shown an interest in me? Curiosity (ironically, mine) killed the cat, indeed. Rarely, I would let down my walls to a select few. That was one of the times that I did. However, even after I had led down the walls, there was still a gap between us. I had felt that they were ignoring a big part of me, like as if they had wanted to change me. So it did sort of hurt when they realized that I wasn't what I looked to be..... and then they just stopped.. wanting to be friends with me. I knew that people still existed even after they had nothing to say to me, but that still hurt all the same.
So... the cause is.... probably a mixture of unfavourable external conditions such as not being around the right people at the right time... and my tendency to not approach anyone unless approached.