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lufterz's social issues
Monday, August 27, 2007



Once upon a time, I was one reclusive ass that preferred to live in seclusion with my wabbit friends. Oh, I did step out of my mini comfort zone to catch up with my buddies... once every blue moon. And if I ever attended any social functions, I had the tendency to appear sullen and stand-offish. That WAS me.


Right, so what am I right now?


Still the same I suppose ( duh. I can sense the eyeballs of whoever is reading this rolling, but HOLD IT ), except that I have FINALLY come to the realisation that things aren't going to work my way if I were to maintain that unsociable disposition; especially so for the job that I am holding on right now. On top of this, I also know that my behaviour, thinking and likings can be tad too exotic for the acceptance of the mainstream society at times. Hmm, let's just say that I am not going to put myself through a 180 degree change; I guess the word we are looking at is "adjust" or "compromise".


And yes, we may term this as my "transition period".


"Transition period", to me, comes with "awkwardness". I suppose it's tantamount to teenagers' growing up phase which they seem to have minimal control over? Getting used to the new height and shape IS cumbersome, and the attempts to eliminate unwelcome growths like zits and excess body fats ARE frustrating and demoralising too. And have I not mentioned the painful fashion disasters ( disasters=tsunamis and earthquakes, not drizzles and harmless gales ) that everyone has to go through?


Call me a drama queen, but I think this "transition period" is just as bad, if not worse. Firstly, am I really going to put myself out there to communicate with the outside world? Secondly, will I able to filter out the negative reviews about me during my attempt to find my fit there? The list of doubts goes on, but not here.


Well, yea, I have no solutions at the moment. Let's just see how it goes.

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