I once went with a guy who told me: “There’s nothing wrong with you that isn’t correctable.”
I’ve gotten similar comments - that I come off as reserved and standoff-ish and I-don’t-care-what-you-think-of-me, but underneath it I am actually rather emotional and affectionate and sensitive to how I’m seen by others. One friend summed it up thus: “You pretend you don’t care, but you do.”
Recently my best friend told me that the other friends in our circle had been noticing that I’d been acting a little nervous lately.
About a month (IIRC) later, I’ve been diagnosed with Panic Disorder. So, yeah, I guess that was spot-on.
FTR, “mysterious” and “secretive” are not adjectives that apply to you, lest you take this moon-twin thing too seriously.
Yes, and it is not flattering.
Short background, when I was a teen-ager, my parents forbade (sp?) me to go racing at the drag strip. I did so anyway, and kept my trophies at the local pool hall.
One night, while playing pool, I saw someone looking at the trophies, he said something like “Nice collection.” His friend, who did not know Iwas there, said something like , “He’s an arrogant asshole.”
I went, WTF???
But I thought about it a lot, and even though I had a lot of trouble believing it, I realized that even though I was the second-skinniest kid in the 11 th grade, maybe I was acting like that on occasion; but who would have thought that the cool kids even knew I even existed?
More I thought about it, the more I thought that maybe I really was over-compensating.
I toned my 'tude down and have never regretted it, even though to this day I don’t know if that was a genuine comment or not. Either way, it was dead on, and I am grateful for hearing it.
Arrogant
But I notice that the only people who ever call me that are the people to which I have already (mentally) applied that same label. Arrogant people think that I’m arrogant because I don’t bow before their awesomeness. :rolleyes:
Intimidating
Because I don’t put up with shit and I don’t fear the consequences? Ok by me.
Confrontational
Minnesota is the Land of Passive-Aggressive. I’m “confrontational” because I actually make an effort to deal with stuff and get annoyed with refusals to do so.
Jebus! Grow a spine and deal with it!
Blunt, Too Honest for your own good
You should try it sometime. Better than a lie you both know isn’t true.
Trouble Maker
Sometimes. Usually by not accepting the shit they want me to accept.
Asshole
With Pride. The label used to injure me. I’ve learned to like it.
Know It All
Nope, but I do know a little bit about a lot of things. I’m well read and well informed. I do not ever pretend to know everything. But you try to buffalo me with bullshit on a subject that I actually know something about…and you’ll call me a “know it all”.
All negative? Words only have the power over us that we grant them. The opinions and thoughts of others have the power to mold and distort us, to force us into the boxes and slots they want us to occupy…if we allow them this power.
To Thine Own Self Be True
She’s the Most Laid Back Mom I Know from two different moms ( from two different kid-based social circles in which I run in that don’t overlap.)
No one has a faster comeback than Shirley.
It took 41 years* to get these accolades.
*Today’s my birthday. I accept paypal, beer and chocolate.
Happy birthday!
Might be a correlation between these two things… 
Pointless post, disregard.
I’m frequently told my voice is calm, soothing, authoritative, etc. It makes me laugh to think that I sound like I know what I’m doing.
A friend once told me that I’d have made a wonderful Catholic, because guilt trips are so effective on me.
Mrs. Chief says, “You’re smart. But not annoying smart, you know?”
“Not annoying smart” is a good enough label for me.
“You think too much in the shower.”
I’ve also been told that I come off as confident and strong, and I don’t get this at all. I feel as if the bundle of insecurities and worries that composes me is out in the open for all to see, but no one else seems to agree.
My favorite description of me comes from a student I had my very first semester teaching:
“Sock is a complete asshole.”
How dare I make students learn and not spoon-feed them the answers.
I’ve been told many nicer things, but that one makes me smile for some reason.
Hey, Shirley, it’s my birthday, too! We rock!
Thought of another one. While in a band in college, we decided we needed to fire our drummer. The other 3 unanimously suggested I ought to do it because I had no tact.
Your mother must be so proud.
Someone at work: “How is it that you’re always making fun of people to their face and not only get away with it but I kind of like it?”
Charmingly insulting, that’s me. Heh.
When I was in the sixth grade, I asked my mom what my teacher has said in their parent teacher conference.
She said you were very sincere.
What’s ‘sincere’ mean?
It means you say what you mean and mean what you say.
I remember thinking, ‘Well duh!’ Who doesn’t do that?
Boy the lessons I would learn in 7th grade.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY and we do, indeed, ROCK!
I’ve been informed by a mate that some fuckhead that I know reckons that I have Anger Management issues that I need to address.
Who the flying fuck does that pathetic cunt think he is to give ME advice on MY character?
Trained as a fucking psychiatrist in the time he didn’t spend practicing to be a proffessional CUNT did he?
Fucking obnoxious peice of filth that he is.
ADDRESS?ADDRESS? I’ll fucking address him with my fist through the nearest plate glass window.
What REALLY,REALLY gets to me is how somebody who apparently knows me quite well can get my character assessment so very,very wrong,the BASTARD!!!
A friend once told me, “You know, Lionne, everyone says you’re hot and all that, but deep down you’re a really nice person. Just gotta watch out for Oscar the Grouch.”
He was a little drunk, but I know exactly what he meant.