~Warning~ I’ve not ranted or whined for a pretty long time – raged, certainly. There’s a difference between the two. I try not to rant or whine much here, hell, you should see how many drafts there are of times I’ve just written a huge rant and never bothered posting it. (there’s 37 drafts, to be exact, obviously not all of them are gigarants that never saw the light of day) Why? Well, no reason, it makes me feel better just to type it down. I’m sure that doesn’t make sense, but if I write it down, I can get rid of it.
Today has been a strange day.
I’m not even entirely sure how to address my…primary concern. As I’ve said before, I’m not much of a people person. It is perhaps a flaw of my personality (and possibly many other people, I can’t speak for anyone else, I’m going by personal experience only) that I tend to analyse everything, I over analyse everything. I see monsters where there are only shadows, you could say. Paranoid? No, that’s not the right word. Cautious then? Maybe, but it’s not really to do with anything like that – I just cannot help it. Do you do this? Does everyone do it? Who can say.
Simply put, I read far too much into anything anybody says. I talk to a lot of people, some because of my job, most of them however are…how should I put it, casual? social? friends? Something like that, not work related, I’m talking to them because I or they want to, not because I am obligated to because of my job. So, again as I’ve said before, I am not a good liar. Or perhaps I’m lying even when I say this? I could be for all you know, but I’m not. I am a bad liar, but I deceive a lot of people. Can you count deception and lying as the same thing? I believe everyone does it to a certain extent, sure, deception is a nasty word but I’m just using big words to describe small, common things. We all have two faces, so to speak. I’ve touched on this in the past so there’s no need to go into any great detail. My point is that while I am a bad liar, the deceptions are perhaps far more believable. Hell, if you’re reading this and you know me personally, you’re probably one of the few people who I am honest with.
What it all boils down to, ultimately, is manipulation. Another big word, sure, but it’s a simple idea. A lot of the time, when we talk to someone, work related or otherwise, we are manipulating them. That’s not always a bad thing – it could be a tiny thing. Maybe you want somebody to ask you something, so you manipulate the conversation in such a way as to gently suggest and nudge them onto topic. Or it could be something far more complex. I believe I can loosely categorise people into three separate types. First off, there’s the people I don’t need to manipulate, the people I can be honest with. Second, there’s the people I manipulate, maybe I act less intelligent than I really am, maybe I act more friendly than I really am. These are all well and good, it’s the third that presents the problem – the people I can’t be sure of. These are people who I feel may be trying to manipulate me – without my knowing. That worries me. These are people who may be doing what I am, feigning. In a sense, I’m my own worse enemy.
What caused all this? Oh it’s been a stupid issue I’ve had for ages, but today was a perfect example of why it bothers me. So I was talking to somebody who I occasionally chat to now and then, I don’t know this person very well, nor they me. Or so I believe. Now if you read this blog, if you know me at all, you’ve probably figured out I’m not a very nice guy, that’s true enough, I’m an asshole. I have a bad personality that does not mix well with others, it is…abrasive. That’s why there’s so few people I can speak honestly to, speak my mind to. So anyway, this person, let’s call them Bob, gradually begins moving this conversation in a very bizarre conversation, manipulating it if you will. I was confused so I eventually managed to move it to a more random topic; breakfast. Bob describes what she’s having and I’m all “That sounds tasty” to which Bob responds, “Not as tasty as you [random emoticon]” sure, alone that could just be a stupid joke or something, but it was more or less at that point that I realised Bob had been flirting with me for the past few hours.
…Why?
I was disturbed, when gradually the conversation became more, let’s say…graphic. Now I’ll point out that, contrary to most of my conversations, I’m the listener in these talks. I’m usually the one screaming and ranting about crap, but here it’s the opposite, because frankly, I don’t know how to respond. So for some reason, BobĀ is now flirting with me, using rather uh, colourful language shall we say. Oh Lant what’s wrong with someone flirting with you? Well, nothing I suppose. I was just confused, there is no possible way this person could be interested in me in that manner – we hardly even know each other. I found myself wondering if they were trying to ~manipulate~ me in some way, what possible reason? What outcome could they possibly be hoping for? Was I reading far too much into this? Probably. I jokingly reminded Bob that she had a boyfriend, to which she replied “So?” further confusing and disturbing me.
Simply put, I don’t like being confused, I do not like when I cannot understand what other people are doing, I couldn’t figure out why they were saying this. I have met Bob in person twice, her boyfriend? No, I know of him and know his name, but I have never spoken to him, does he even exist? I can’t be sure, if I was really worried about something like that, if I cared about such pointless things, I’m sure I could find out. No that was besides the point, why were they doing this? I began to think they were just, to put it simply, trolling me for a reaction, of any sort. What if they were being serious though? I have no reasonable response to either. Hell, if they are trolling me I can laugh it off, but Bob does not strike me as a smart enough person to do this – which is worrying as I may have completely misjudged them. Yet it would be rude to confront them over that if they were, for some bizarre reason, serious.
Thus I found myself in a dilemma. I am an asshole yes, but never without reason or cause, I don’t like to intentionally piss people off unless they deserve it, right? It’s not the first time a person has flirted with me, although I basically never reciprocate anyway. Just this one time, something seemed odd, and if my suspicions are true, it is very disturbing. It’s not the flirting itself, that’s irrelevant, it’s that I completely misjudged someone, and they then began running verbal rings around me. Why is that a problem? As I said, I don’t like being manipulated when it’s not clear, I don’t like talking to people when I cannot understand them. It just…annoys me. Maybe that’s not the right term, but it unsettles me.
The chances of this all being a result of my overactive brain are 99%, if that’s the case, all well and good. There’s still that 1% though, if you were aiming at a gun at a man who intended to kill you, and you had a 99% chance to hit, you would still worry over that 1% minute chance that you miss, and pay for it with your life. Sure the stakes are all but nonexistent here, but…I don’t like to be wrong. I don’t like to misjudge somebody.
So how did I actually escape this confusing and awkward situation? Why I picked one of two options, the one every man would likely pick when faced with a dilemma. I ran away, namely I faked a disconnect. Considering I’m on British Telecom, that’s not hard.
The alternative, if you were wondering, the option 2, was to blow up the dilemma and then walk away from it, not looking back and putting my sunglasses on, possibly whilst lighting up a cigar. Understandably, that wasn’t really an option here.
To summarise, people are like books. Some are easy to read whereas some are hard, and some you just cannot understand because they are written in Chinese. In the end, there’s always more than you can ever possibly hope to read in a lifetime.