…I know people (in my immediate circle - not **y’all **) wonder about me and some of them draw the wrong conclusions because I just never felt the need to re-marry.
That makes me what:
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Eccentric
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Afraid
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Effiminate (I admit I do have those tendencies: I cry watching sad movies, I’m a “hugger” (sue me), and I write poetry.)
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Nutso
Honestly though, I’m just a guy who’s a loner, who has had failed realtionships and is very, very deep and hard to get to know.
Hell, you Dopers are my most intimatefriends, because I can express myself here better than in real life!
So yeah, that used to bother me a lot, wondering what people are wondering, I mean.
But it occurs to me: so few people know me, so few know what makes me happy, what interests me, how very deeply I care, that I don’t think I would want to leave the planet with people thinking, “Jesus, what an unhappy guy, may he rest in peace!”, because that just would not be the case!
Are any of you concerned about peoples’ misconceptions about you or does it matter?
I’m gonna give you a “for instance”:
I have “bags” under my eyes, and when I am caught not smiling, people are apt to tell me “Cheer up, Bill!” when I’m not even sad!
That shit has followed me all of my life, and at first I thought it was funny, but when someone compared me to that damn whining cartoon dog, I said, “That’s it!” and started asking “what makes you think I need cheering up?”, and that did the trick.
But really: are you okay with what people think of you, or do they need a knot jerked in their tail?
Bill