Anti-Social Behaviour
March 4th 2010 21:00
Photos by Luis Miguel Bugallo Sánchez. Used in accordance with the terms of Wikimedia Commons’ GNU Free Documentation License, Version 1.2 or any later version published by the Free Software Foundation; with no Invariant Sections, no Front-Cover Texts, and no Back-Cover Texts.
It’s another day at the office. I grunt at my colleague. He grunts back.
After another two grunts, I say, “The female walrus is trying to communicate to the male walrus.”
“Don’t lump me into the same category as you,” he said.
“Hey, you responded to me.”
My colleague says I often look unfriendly. “Do you often get people who step back after approaching you?” he asked me.
“All the time,” I said. “What about the woman who approached me the other day?”
I was referring to the time when I was standing at the front security gate at the building I live in. I was adjusting my top and a woman from the bin screamer’s building came out and said hello to me. I didn’t see her and for a moment I thought it was the bin screamer trying to find out why I was standing near her building.
I must have looked unfriendly (according to my colleague, I always look unfriendly) as she then said, “I was just trying to be friendly” before she tapped me on the elbow.
Get a life, I muttered under my breath. I know I sound anti-social when I say this but she was a complete stranger who chose to invade my space especially when she touched me. Why should I have to interact with her especially when I live in Sydney where you normally pass hundreds of strangers every day and they don’t say hello to you? It’s not like we live in a small country town where saying hello to everyone you encounter is the norm.
I’m also a very private person, so until I get to know someone really well, I can come across as aloof and standoffish. Just like my ex-neighbour’s cats, actually. Miaow.
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