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Just For The Social Record
Apr. 2nd, 2009 10:13 amFor the record, I am a good listener and super curious about everything and always want to hear all about it. This is why LJ has been so very good to me.
However, I am also shy, so how/when to ask the questions to start these convos often escapes me.
Sorry.
To top off this little social sundae, I was raised by wolves...er, by graduate students who were too busy raising four kids plus pursuing their theses to actually, you know, have any friends. (At least once they stopped smoking pot.)* So I really have no idea how to make polite conversation. Even sincere polite conversation, much less small talk. I wasn't acculturated into any form or style of interaction. I wasn't acculturated at all...
I'm really good at answering questions, though, if that helps. And no subject of conversation is ever inappropriate around me :)
* Which happened, at my best estimates, around when my brother was born, so I was six. I was young enough and they were circumspect enough that I don't actually have any memories of them indulging, only circumstantial evidence. And a cute anecdote about my dad's hospital intake and my mom's shame, but even that's second-hand.
However, I am also shy, so how/when to ask the questions to start these convos often escapes me.
Sorry.
To top off this little social sundae, I was raised by wolves...er, by graduate students who were too busy raising four kids plus pursuing their theses to actually, you know, have any friends. (At least once they stopped smoking pot.)* So I really have no idea how to make polite conversation. Even sincere polite conversation, much less small talk. I wasn't acculturated into any form or style of interaction. I wasn't acculturated at all...
I'm really good at answering questions, though, if that helps. And no subject of conversation is ever inappropriate around me :)
* Which happened, at my best estimates, around when my brother was born, so I was six. I was young enough and they were circumspect enough that I don't actually have any memories of them indulging, only circumstantial evidence. And a cute anecdote about my dad's hospital intake and my mom's shame, but even that's second-hand.
