Posted by obsidian on December 29, 2008, at 22:45:07
In reply to The Social World, posted by Sigismund on December 29, 2008, at 17:48:29
> It wasn't till I moved (cleared) out of home that I ever had a room of my own.
> The lack of privacy extended beyond that because of my parents' circumstances.
> There were *always* people (non family members) in the house, in the garden, people you knew but more often people you didn't, people who knew you whom you didn't know.
> There was actually no (enclosed) place that could have been described as one's own.
> Which is not to say one could not be on one's own, because it was the country and there was, to an extent, no one there.
> OTOH, it could be entertaining, like some big circus...the cook drinking all the lemon essence and taking to some enemy with a knife in the night and leaving early next morning; the men who drank until the sh*t their beds, and were carted off to hospital to dry out while the next cook cleaned everything up and pretended nothing had happened.
>
> Anyway, this has given me a life long reserve; a reluctance to initiate contact IRL, and an extreme difficulty with social occasions, ameliorated only by drug and alcohol (abuse or not, take your pick), apart from one on one interactions.
>
> That's all.
> It's no big deal for me now.
> But I can see in retrospect how the circumstances of my childhood made me the way I am.I don't like crowds, small gatherings suit me best, just a few that I know well.
yeah...I like my own space too, and I can't tolerate chaos and unpredicatbility very well. I had some strange folks passing through my family home when I was young, colorful characters whose lives generally seemed to be in some state of ruin.
you do just fine here though sig, why do you think?
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