I was taking the subway in Philadelphia and this man walked on high as a kite. He told me I looked sad, even when I am happy, because I have a sad soul. He told me he felt sorry for me. I was nearly speechless.
I think people keep their distance because they sense I'm going through the motions. I'm very introverted, but also have strong opinions and I can be stubborn. It's just not a good mix. People's first impression of me is almost always negative.
I come off as fake and stiff, unusually formal, and cold. I'm really passionate and expressive, but no one can see that in an everyday setting. It's left undiscovered to the people I work around every day.
I hate talking to people because it's such a chore- I'll read their body language and halfway through the conversation I realise they recognize we're on different wave lengths.
I'm just...very strange. Unless I'm around my fiance, his happiness is infectious, and we can be really entertaining together.