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SophiaGrace
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I've gotten into the habit of telling random people i like their shoes or their coat. Sometimes their hair.
I get one of two reactions:
1.) A warm smile and a thank you.
2.) An uncomfortable thank you
whenever I get the second I feel like a creeper that's been checking people out. Like that guy that hides behind the hedges watching beautiful women go by without their knowledge.
I got the second reaction from a guy in an elevator. He had longish brown hair and had it swept back in an aristocratic way. I was busy thinking of how he'd be good as Wolfman in a victorian-set movie. So i told him i liked his hair, and got an uncomfortable thank you in response, which made me feel like a creeper.
Another time I can think of that i got the second response this this:
I was in biology class and this girl had on a beautiful gold pendant on the end of a necklace. So I told her it looked nice, and her response was to drop it behind her shirt as though I'd steal it. It made me feel bad, because that's not what i meant or why i said it. Like I was coveting it or something. I wasn't!
Awkward.
I often find that when i try to be nice to people it comes out wrong.
Like the other week I told my room mate I would help her with papers if she needed it because I saw a paper of hers on her desk that was all marked up in red. She gave me a look as though I were invading her privacy and then asked "why do you offer?", and i had to say "oh, uhm, just wanted to help." and that was the end of that.
another example:
an aquaintance of mine told me her room mate was suicidal and that she had been sent to a mental hospital. When the room mate got back, i ran into her at the computer lab and told her that i was on an antidepressant and that i'd had those feeling before. Of course she asked how I knew and i had to tell her that her room mate told me. Which made me feel as though I shouldn't have said anything to her. Nowadays she says hello whenever i walk by her. Which I guess tells me she appreciated what I said, maybe.
I saw a boy crying in an elevator and wanted to wipe away his tear, but being socially awkward, i didn't. I instead told his friends (who were female) that i had seen him crying and that i was concerned. Afterwards he came up to me and said "you said you saw me crying. I wasn't crying." as though trying to confuse me. I knew what i saw though, and said " i was just concerned." he continued to try to get me to unsee what i saw. After that He acted as though I didn't exist.
I get one of two reactions:
1.) A warm smile and a thank you.
2.) An uncomfortable thank you
whenever I get the second I feel like a creeper that's been checking people out. Like that guy that hides behind the hedges watching beautiful women go by without their knowledge.
I got the second reaction from a guy in an elevator. He had longish brown hair and had it swept back in an aristocratic way. I was busy thinking of how he'd be good as Wolfman in a victorian-set movie. So i told him i liked his hair, and got an uncomfortable thank you in response, which made me feel like a creeper.
Another time I can think of that i got the second response this this:
I was in biology class and this girl had on a beautiful gold pendant on the end of a necklace. So I told her it looked nice, and her response was to drop it behind her shirt as though I'd steal it. It made me feel bad, because that's not what i meant or why i said it. Like I was coveting it or something. I wasn't!
Awkward.
I often find that when i try to be nice to people it comes out wrong.
Like the other week I told my room mate I would help her with papers if she needed it because I saw a paper of hers on her desk that was all marked up in red. She gave me a look as though I were invading her privacy and then asked "why do you offer?", and i had to say "oh, uhm, just wanted to help." and that was the end of that.
another example:
an aquaintance of mine told me her room mate was suicidal and that she had been sent to a mental hospital. When the room mate got back, i ran into her at the computer lab and told her that i was on an antidepressant and that i'd had those feeling before. Of course she asked how I knew and i had to tell her that her room mate told me. Which made me feel as though I shouldn't have said anything to her. Nowadays she says hello whenever i walk by her. Which I guess tells me she appreciated what I said, maybe.
I saw a boy crying in an elevator and wanted to wipe away his tear, but being socially awkward, i didn't. I instead told his friends (who were female) that i had seen him crying and that i was concerned. Afterwards he came up to me and said "you said you saw me crying. I wasn't crying." as though trying to confuse me. I knew what i saw though, and said " i was just concerned." he continued to try to get me to unsee what i saw. After that He acted as though I didn't exist.
