See, the funny thing about being in a dorm with no air conditioning is that it means the windows need to be left open. Which means that pollen comes in. Which means that I am a snotty, sneezy, wheezy mess with a lovely rasp to my voice and itchy red eyes. None of these things are particularly conducive to meeting new people.
This is only an addendum to my normal social awkwardness; I'm seriously awful at meeting people. Well, it's less that I'm bad at meeting people, and more that I am incompetent with any form of social interaction whatsoever.
Generally, a conversation with me goes thusly:
New Person: Hello, my name is New Person.
Me: Well, hello there! My name is Amanda.
New Person: Hello, Amanda.
Me: I hate my name. I'm sorry you had to say it. You should probably burn your mouth now. Drink bleach or something! Ha...
New Person: Ha. So, what's your major?
Me: Theatre. I know it sounds so pretentious and I'll never have a career, and I don't think I'm any good, really, I'm terrible, but I'm getting my undergrad in something I like doing because I'm getting a master's anyway so I can do animal rights advocacy law. I don't eat meat. The commercial meat industry is a terrible thing. And animal testing! It's so immoral!
New Person: Right. Okay. I'm majoring in psychology.
Me: That's CRAZY! HAHA.
New Person: ...Yeah.
Me: Well, this conversation has utterly exhausted me. I'm going to hide in my room for the next seven hours, bye!
And then I take a nap, because all this activity! My god! It's exhausting! Being a Super!Introvert isn't always the very best thing ever when one is attempting to make social connections.
And it's not that I don't like people, or don't want to meet them. I just need to very large amount of alone time in comparison to the general population, or I will turn into a sleep monster and start making shocking innuendos. Which isn't good for anyone.
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