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Post by singingviolin on Jan 31, 2008 16:06:11 GMT -5
I was going through my livejournal archives and I found this entry, from May 5, 2005: So...umm, why, exactly, a quarter of a decade later, have I not learned a single thing from my mistakes? *sigh* (BTW, this is here so y'all can laugh and make fun of me. I don't need/want/deserve any sympathy; I'm totally at fault here...AGAIN.)
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Post by DDL on Jan 31, 2008 19:18:43 GMT -5
Wow. It sounds like a summary of my life. This sentence especially:
"When I screw up social-interaction-type-stuff, I just feel like such a failure, because I'm supposed to be one of them, and I don't get them, and I don't mean to screw things up, but I do, and I have, so there!"
I don't know how many times I've accidentally said something wrong and not even noticed until the person I said it to told me it had hurt/irritated them and then I ended up feeling like the scum of the universe. It sucks.
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Post by Mara Wildman on Feb 1, 2008 8:43:21 GMT -5
It's the same for me with the same line DDL mentioned. But for me it's the fact that I don't say anything most of the time. Even when I'm around people that are just like me. Fellow Christians, Trekkies, etc. I guess it's because the way they talk it seems that they're bigger fans than me or they just know more about the subject than I do so I don't want to sound like an idiot. Grr.... Sometimes life can be so frustrating...
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Post by Janeway Forever on Feb 2, 2008 1:18:56 GMT -5
I think it's only natural to feel isolated, different, or weird at times. Everybody goes through it at some point or another in their lives. So don't feel too bad SV.
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Post by singingviolin on Feb 2, 2008 15:21:23 GMT -5
JF - if only that were the problem, I *wouldn't* feel too bad. Thanks, though. The real problem is when I (inadvertently) hurt someone I love, and then realize after the fact that I should have known better. I think that's what happened last time too although I honestly can't recall what was going on at the time, and I wasn't exactly specific in the surrounding livejournal entries either. It seems it was more important to me at the time to document what I was feeling than what the problem was and how I could have solved or prevented it. (And, as I said, I didn't post this for sympathy. Go ahead. Point and laugh!)
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