Am I alone in this - I have a hard time relating to people. I'm not sure what it is, but I feel like I have this part of me that is missing. Everyone seems to just get along and be on the same page. Then I roll onto the scene and it's crickets. Every time. And then I try to fit in or go along. Ya know what happens? Crickets and awkwardness!! Ugh.
So I choose to live in my bubble. The people who get me, get me. Those that don't, it's cool. I'm ok living in my bubble by myself. If I didn't have to work, I would probably have even less human contact. (I was once told that it must be why I liked writing. I'm a natural hermit.) Regardless, I do turn around and try again. It's funny, I don't exactly care what others think of me. Like I said, hermit. But I feel as a Christian, wife, mother, author, and trainer, I need to get out into the world. I need to permeate into people's lives whether I feel like it or not. Sometimes those permeating moments lead to friendships, sometimes they widen the gap. It depends on the person I suppose. Over the years I have found that people don't care for my personality. I love through jokes. I enjoy laughing and fun. I'm intense. I'm all in or not at all. I guess that's why I love sports. Mediocrity in athletics shows up real quick. You need to be all in, or sit in the stands. Right now I would like to be in bed, however, I committed to working. And if I need to work later than my bedtime requires, so be it. Right now I'm juggling a few jobs all at once. It's difficult, but I know I have to. Loved ones tell me something has to give. I guess it's sleep because I'm all in. Apparently, that rubs people the wrong way. Oh well. I know there are others like me. Well, if Jesus loves them not just like me. But I know that there are others who struggle to relate to people. Why is that? Why do we struggle to sit down with another human being and have a wonderful conversation that develops into a friendship? I have new-ish neighbors. These are the neighbors everyone wishes for. I can sit down on their couch and talk with them like we've known each other for years. I don't know how. It isn't me, it's them. They are so kind. Their personalities are just welcoming. I don't have that gene. There are others without this gene as well, but I feel like we can develop it. I'm not sure how, but I'm trying. I think smiling is the beginning of it. Some of us just look angry when we are perfectly content. It's hard to have that look when you don't intend to have it. We must make the effort to smile. We will get shot down immediately, which will make us want to run back into our living rooms and shut the blinds, but we must continue. When we talk, we need to ask more questions and find out about others. I have learned this, I just suck at doing it. I think this is where we all are, we who don't relate well to others. Most of us know how to relate to others, we just aren't good at it. And when we try, we usually fail. It just continues to encourage us to not try. Here's my take-home. To those of you like me that don't relate well, try. When you fail, try again. You will never grow and become better people. Because like it or not, this world has other people and at some point you will need one of them. You need to know how to work well with others. To those of you that can make friends with anyone, anywhere, know that we exist among you. We don't want to insult you when we just plain don't know what to say. We aren't trying to be rude. For every true jerk in our midst there are 19 others who are trying so much to relate to you, to get you, to make things better when we come in contact with you. Give us a chance, or two, or 16. We will grow with your help.
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