Misunderstandings

I seem to have the remarkable ability to create awkward situations and blatant misunderstandings that often times cause people to avoid me so that they do not come under further “harm”.

Thus the idea for this thread came up.

Here we shall discuss the many events that have happened to you (where “you” is a general you, and does not in fact refer to anyone named You) that have had negative conclusions even though you meant nothing by it.

Let’s start with…

Eldera*

The second day of school came with the usual eventualities. I woke up, I got ready and I spooked a random person out.

I arrived two hours early with the hopes of making a friend. I sat down at the bench closest to my class room, next to a woman with an electronic device in her hand. She was blaring music, which wasn’t only annoying, but unnecessary; the fact being that she was wearing head phones.

Seeking to free myself from this cacophony plague, I moved to a bench slightly farther from my door. The woman I was now sitting next to smelt odd; and not only that, when I tried to enter polite conversation she seemed to suddenly find better things to do.

Feeling dejected, I went around the balcony to a bench noticeably apart from my class room. This is when I met Eldera. She was eating a sandwich; that I really wanted; and sipping on a caffeinated beverage.

We had a conversation of sorts; I spoke of the annoying woman with the music; I spoke of Eldera’s lunch bag; I spoke of my class which was two hours away. At this point it was revealed that Eldera was in fact a tutor of mine.

“You’re kind of early for the class…” She noted, with more than a hint of worry in her throat. (She was constantly referencing her boyfriend, in an out-of-context sort of way). My reply was a bit odd, I admit: “I came early to make friends; I figured eventually someone would talk to me, you know?”

When I was in class later that day, I had the great misfortune of sitting next to her friends. When she came around to one of them, a man, she asked him if he would walk her home. When he pressed for reasons as to why, she said that she would tell him later. It felt horrible that my simple quest to make friends had turned me into a pervert in the eyes of this woman.

I made a point from then on not to ask her for help or engage her in conversation. I thought this would assure her that I had no ill will against her, but it did not. Often times I am left waiting several minutes for assistance from other tutors because she simply will not acknowledge my raised hand.

It sucks, it really does, to be treated like a stalker when I have never done anything of the sort.
Anyone else have experiences like this one?

I apologise if this post is a bit bland, I just don’t have the energy to relay everything that was said by Eldera and I.

~S.P.I.~

*This is not her real name.

Ack. That is unfortunate. I’m sorry that happened. I think everyone has had misunderstandings happen and sometimes they’re hard to fix. It’s just like if you get into the situation of having to convince someone you’re not drunk or you’re not crazy. Everything you say sounds like a drunk/crazy person in denial. (Admittedly, I’ve only seen the crazy thing happen in the movies.)

Is it possible there was a different reason for her wishing to be walked home? Maybe she just didn’t want to talk about it in front of you, but she was not talking *about *you? I guess next time you go early somewhere to make friends, maybe don’t tell anyone that. If you actually let on that’s what you’re doing, you might cross that fine line between “friendly” and “desperate”…

You wanted her sandwich?

I didn’t ask for it; I just thought it looked delicious. :smiley:

This wasn’t intended as a give me sympathy thread. So, do either of you have a story to tell?

And yes, I am fairly certain it was about me. I was the last person she spoke with before she went back to work. Then there is that whole ignoring my raised hand bit…

~S.P.I.~

I noticed you asked for others’ stories in the OP, but I couldn’t think of a good one, so all I had was the sympathy, sorry. :slight_smile: I’ll try to remember some…I know they’re out there.

Kind of funny, too, since you were the one that made me think of this thread, what with your run in with that man at the store…

So I was at the store, and I’d accidentally dropped one of my contacts down near some woman’s legs. I was trying to retrieve it and she threw her TV dinner in my face!

:smiley:

Male/female misunderstandings are the most common because females tend to assume (not without reason) that when a male stranger talks to them, he is hitting on them. In grad school, I saw a girl in the bookstore wearing a pendant very much like one I had purchased in Morocco for my girlfriend. The pendant supposedly had some purpose or significance (which was explained to me at the time), but I had forgotten it, so I asked the girl about her pendant. She said, “I don’t know what you are talking about,” turned on her heel and walked away. I suppose she thought I was hitting on her. I felt bad, because it made her feel bad; and it pissed me off that I couldn’t ask a simple question without skeeving someone out.

In the same vein as Sophistry and Illusion
One of my hobbies is metalworking: small stuff, including jewelry. I was at a meeting and one of the other people there happened to be wearing a really cool pendant. I spent the entire meeting staring at it, running designs through my head. When the meeting let out, my team mates joshed me for spending the whole time staring at her chest. In retrospect, it must’ve looked like I was the biggest skeevy perv. 12 years, and I’m still mortified.

Let us start this story with a little info. I am pro-gun and my major in college was cultural anthropology.

I worked at a gambling establishment. Firearms are absolutely not allowed. One of our regular customers was walking in one day and he had a bulge under his shirt that looked exactly like the handle to a pistol. I thought to myself “Oh crap, he forgot to put his gun away, let me remind him before the security guards and cops freak out.” I walked up to him and whispered to him that he might want to leave his gun in his car. It turned out it was a case for glasses that was worn on the belt. I apologized and told him I just didn’t want him to get in trouble.

Three days later, I get called into the managers office and severely reprimanded. The man had gone home and started thinking and decided I had assumed he had a gun because he was a black man and that I was horribly racist. When this was relayed to me, I was utterly and completely shocked. So shocked I started crying. I explained what happened from MY side. Thankfully, they believed me. They told me NOT to say anything to the man about it.

A couple of weeks later he came in and for quite a while was very mean to me. My hands were tied, I could not say anything and it broke my heart. Finally, a few months later, he was being mean and I looked up at him and said “I know what you think, you were wrong and that breaks my heart. I can’t forgive myself for making you think that.” Tears were in my eyes. He looked at me and said “Ok.”

I don’t know if he knows how much it hurt me to know he thought that. He was a customer I looked forward to seeing, interacting with and speaking to. I still don’t know how he could know my treatment of him prior to that action, and then think that.

I’m sorry Ben. I thought you were an incredibly nice, interesting and pleasant man. I didn’t think you had a gun because you were black. I don’t think someone having a gun is bad. I don’t think being black is bad. I just didn’t want someone I liked to have to be put through a huge hassle because of overlooking something.

I understand your feelings about it. It sounds to me though that no matter how you would have said it, he would have though "racist ". I think he should have been the one to apologize, not you.

I remember a long time ago, working as a cashier in a supermarket (here in Canada). A man came in with his friend (i heard them talking and figured out that we’re form the same country of origin) and asked for a product. I politely said" I’m sorry sir but we are out of this product at the moment"(we had run out since 2 hours at that point).

He leans on my counter and said"is it because of the color of my skin?"
Now he’s the mediterranian slight-tan skin. I’m also mediterranian but pale.I thought he was an ass. So i called my friend (floor-clirk who is black) and asked if we had any, which he confirmed ‘no’. The man mumbled ok and walked out.

Now i was young and behaved like an ass myself, but as much as he felt insulted, he was being racist towards me. Just because i’m a few shades paler.

All I can think of is one time in Honolulu when I was walking down a street. This dog just happened to be walking down it too and near me. A lady in a car screeched her brakes to avoid hitting it. Then she screamed at me: “Keep your dog on a leash, asshole!!!” and sped away before I could even call her a cunt.

Ooh, yeah, that last one reminded me of the time I was about to go into a store and noticed that the two cars next to me parked nose-to-nose so closely that they looked like they were touching. I bent down a little to look, and there was just the tiniest sliver of space between them.

A woman walked up at that moment and gave me a look, so I said, “Wow, the cars couldn’t be any closer without touching” and started to walk off.

Turned out that one of the cars was hers. Oops. She took a look and yelled, “You need to learn how to fucking park!” and started to enter one of the cars.

The misunderstanding was cleared up immediately, however, when I pointed at the other car and hollered back, “That’s not my car, bitch!”

I’m reminded of a FOAF story where a man was driving the correct direction on a one-way street so that he was surprised to see a car coming toward him despite the fact that he was in the left lane. As the car approached he, of course, slowed and pulled over into the right lane. The other car also slowed and as they pulled along side the other yelled, “Stay in your lane.”

Coincidentally, there was a sign indicating that the street was a one-way and in which direction one should drive. The FOAF pointed out this information with the following soliloquy.

“It’s a ONE-WAY street.”
Here he gesticulated at the sign.

The other driver analyzed the sign briefly and replied, “Well Fuck You.”

Excepting semi-colons, the similarities are astounding.

Ha! Funny. :wink:

OK, I thought of a misunderstanding, on my mother’s part. Sorry it’s not much but I felt I should contribute. Moms is really smart, but can be ditzy, you know the type? When she was 16 and a freshman in college she was reviewing the ads for jobs. She was surprised to see how many there were for lighthouse keepers! She couldn’t believe so many would be needed. It sounded like such a romantic job, too – alone with the storms and the sea, responsible for making sure that beacon shone brightly, ensuring the safety of great ships… She was more disappointed than embarrassed when my father said that he believed the ads were seeking housekeeping services, of the light variety.

Other Dreams, take it with a grain of salt. Guys are not exactly as trusted as we used to be. A comedian put it well (forget exactly who):

If a guy is with other guy friends, even though he’s got a pocket full of Vicodin and GHB to float in girls drinks is easier trusted by women because this degenerate has friends he came with.

If a single guy (alone, sans rape drugs and ill will) enters the same bar by himself, the single women seem to stare and whisper words like, “serial killer, stalker”.

I think this is absolutely true. Next time a situation like this happens, and you happen to be with friends (guys or girls), I’ll bet you’ll get a friend.

Yeah, that’s definitely true. Also, I think it might be hard for a man to understand exactly how vulnerable a woman can feel. I think I took an informal poll among men and women once and the men were shocked at how many times in a week that a woman might be in the situation of assessing/making a decision based on the potential for sexual assault, whether arising out of the particular path on which she’s walking/a man who is approaching on the sidewalk/street/campus/park, the stairs of the parking garage, et cetera et cetera. If we are smart, we are always keeping this sort of in the back of our minds and trying to do the safest thing.

You have a good point there. Still sucks, though. :stuck_out_tongue:

OD: In your life, you will occasionally meet people like this. It really is not the norm, though. But don’t mention that you are trying to make friends unless it comes up naturally in conversation. And maybe look up some stuff about non-threatening body language. If you carry it off well, it really doesn’t matter what you say, as long as the person doesn’t have psychological problems.

That said, there are those paranoid individuals out there that catastrophize* all meetings with the opposite sex. One was the main receptionist of a college I attended. As in, the one out front who is supposed to talk to people. Well, knowing how boring that job can get, and with my success at talking with others in that job or similar, I decide to talk to her. After the conversation which seemed to end on amicable terms, I leave, going about my business. I talk to her again, and she threatens to have me escorted out. It was all I could do not to tell her that threatening people who are being nice to you is the surest way to actually cause a problem, not solve it, and I instead leave. Since I was pretty well-connected on campus, I almost wound up getting her fired when I reported her (she had been reported multiple times). I at least got them to make sure the next person at the front desk actually had some people skills.

*a sign of a mental illness where you always assume the worst possible thing is going to happen.

Unfortunately, my experience in this matter, and the fact that I used to be this paranoid but got better through psychiatric help means I have little sympathy for others that react in this manner.