I don't know how relevant it is, but I should also point out that I am very visually impaired. May or may not help explain things that I aim to bring up.
And considering how I'm feeling right now, it'll probably take me weeks to finish this post.
Hm, since I'm having trouble figuring out where to begin, let me throw out a question:
What does it mean to know a person?
I'm not asking to try to start some sort of discussion questioning how humanity works, or anything. I seriously don't think I know the answer. How do people "get to know" each other? At what point do you think that someone knows you?
Rather than talk about the extremely painful E-drama that brings this up, I'll explain something that is ... somewhat amusing now (though was pretty painful while it was happening).
So, remember how I said I'm terrible at communicating? I didn't figure this out on my own.
I've been seeing speech pathologists for about three years now. The curriculum seems to involve constantly reminding me that conversations start with greetings, that it is a good idea to nod or ask questions to let people know that you're listening, and "How was your weekend? How about that weather? What are your hobbies?" are wonderful things to start a conversation with. ... I suppose it wouldn't be so bad if they mentioned this once or twice and were convinced that I knew these. But since fall 2008, this seems to have made up the majority of these sessions.
But they at least try to mix it up a bit. For instance, with a series of general "getting to know you" questions.
And the latest round of this brought up this gem:
"If you had three wishes, what would they be?"
Well, I've thought of that quite a lot, and... umm... that's a bit personal to be telling someone who I just met (Oh, did I mention? The therapists are all gradstudents, so I get a new one every semester.)
(I suppose it'd be silly not to tell all of you strangers, though, that first on my list would be a return to prepubescent form.
Well, if there's one thing I've picked up about my style of communication, it's that I absolutely must do everything in my power to keep the mood light. Hence, I am so ficecious that sometimes I want to just destroy my sense of humor entirely. Wit and comedy are not what I want people to associate me with. (The various swordfighting club escapades aren't so bad, though tales of my awesomeness have been exaggerated. It's like I have to take out whole armies every week just to live up to the hype. ... That... only happened once. ... and a half.)
Hm, I don't generally try to brag about anything. People are impressed when they hear about how many languages I've studied. Eh, too bad those seven years of French haven't gotten me capable of comprehending natives in a natural setting. All that music I play/write? Oh, don't pretend you haven't heard much, much better. But I can't deny that the time I single-handedly obliterated the other team in swordplay was awesome.
I think those rare displays of awesome stick with people because of how much they contrast with my general tendency to do absolutely nothing.
I feel compelled to quote Castlevania's Dracula. "What is a man? A miserable little pile of secrets!". I absolutely do not consider myself a man, but eh.
(Nah, I have an MP3 of that quote not for the philosophy factor, but because the delivery is so terrible it's funny.)
Well, I don't feel like I accomplished much, here, but my head is all disorganized and I don't think I could do much else right now (at least, not without sleeping all day...). So thanks for tolerating me.