Social networking for the socially awkward

I think I’ve lived a little too long
on the outskirts of town
I think I’m going insane
from talking to myself for so long.
Oh but I’ve never been accused.

–Elvis Costello/Blame It On Cain

 

 

 

So what’s a shy, socially awkward dork to do when she has no friends but doesn’t have her act together enough to actually talk to people in person?

Type.

She should type.

The Internet gets a lot of shit for being a waste of time, and it can be, but you know what?

It has saved my ass from my own social awkwardness and gotten me through some pretty horrendous stuff. Stuff I’d have been challenged to deal with on my own. For those of us who are verbally challenged, but still basically enjoy people if we know them, the Internet is a real gift. At least for those of us who enjoy writing.

I’ve always had an easier time writing than talking, so chat rooms and Facebook are perfect for me. I can get to know people a little bit before I actually talk to them in person, and then when I do meet them in person, it’s so much less traumatic for me to actually use words. I can almost act like a normal person.

I said almost.

 

Of course, just like in real life, Internet conversations are fraught with peril. You don’t get tone of voice. Sarcasm can seem like cruelty. Jokes maybe aren’t so funny. Replies get out of sync and things get complicated. It’s really easy to say things that you don’t mean. Or things that you do mean and maybe shouldn’t say or should only say very carefully. If you can’t see the stricken look on someone’s face, you don’t know when you’ve wounded them. If they can’t see tears in your eyes, they don’t know they’ve shot an arrow right into your heart.

So you don’t back down, until maybe it’s just a little too late.

I guess maybe I’m just bad at talking regardless of the context.

I’m considering a career in hermit-ism after football season. I can clearly not be trusted to either speak to people coherently either in the real world or online.

Being a hermit doesn’t pay very well, does it? Maybe I can work remotely from my cave (they have Internet access in caves, right?)…I’ll  just need to make enough money  to keep myself supplied with false eyelashes and black eyeliner.

 

Even hermits want to look good.

 

 

 

Mind the gender gap

I used to be the bright one
Smart as a whip
Funny how you slip so far when
Teachers don’t keep track of it
–The Dresden Dolls/Perfect Fit

 

Back in the olden days, as I have mentioned before, I used to be a Smart Girl. I loved school in grades 1-6. I still liked it well enough in grades 7-9, but then came High School. I hated it. I hated the social maneuvering. I hated the constant pressure to conform. I hated the expectation to look and act cheerful all the time*. For the first time I also hated my classes, which had become items to check off in order to graduate instead of places to learn cool new stuff.

It didn’t occur to me at the time, but in retrospect I think I was probably treated differently by the guidance counselor because I had girl parts under my clothes instead of boy parts. Need an elective?

Him:  I will put you in Home Ec this term for your elective.

Me: I’d rather take shop or auto shop.

Him: I think you’d be happier in Home Ec.

Me: I would really rather take shop or auto shop. (Quietly wishing I could disappear physically since I seemed to be completely invisible in every other way)

 

On the other hand, even though I was in the top tier of students of either gender, he did not raise any objections when I stopped taking  science and math  the minute I had enough credits to do so. What made him have fits? When I dropped choir. To drop choir, I had to go and get a note from the choir director.  It didn’t seem to be a concern at all that one of the smart kids was dropping out of all of the smart kid classes, but not singing? Cause for a red alert. I suspect that boys at my GPA level were strongly encouraged to keep taking math and science so they’d be ready for college. I don’t recall college ever being discussed as part of my future until the year I was supposed to graduate, when I had a different guidance counselor. It’s quite possible that we just had a particularly useless guidance counselor at our school who gave everyone bad advice.

Of course, things were a lot different then. It was a long time ago. The Equal Rights Amendment was at the end of its  slow, painful  death. A lot of people really did not understand that just because girls are different from boys it didn’t mean we couldn’t be equal under the law. That’s all better now. Right?  Isn’t it?

Uh.

If you fast forward to 1999, I was one of the first two women hired at my company to do PC support. That still seems impossible to me. It was practically the 21st century after all. Even now, in a team with about a dozen PC techs there are typically only 1-2 women in the group at any given time.  In 2004, I was the second woman hired there as a network administrator. There are a lot of women in IT, but we are still mostly in  less technical roles. Application analysts and so on. The number of times I’ve had to explain that I *am* the technical contact on a project in the relatively few years I worked in networking and firewall administration is indicative that there is a pretty big gender gap there. Don’t get me wrong– jobs as application analysts  pay very well.  However, it  does make me wonder how many more women would be working in more technical areas of IT  if we’d been encouraged to stick with math and science beyond the minimum requirements to get out of school.

Or in more technical areas period. I always wonder what discoveries have not been made because so many girls were allowed to opt out of science and math.

That does seem to be changing to some extent. Women are outpacing men in Medicine. Women are enrolling in college at higher levels than men now.  And you know what?

It’s considered a problem.

It should be.

It should be considered a problem when any kid is not encouraged to do the best they can regardless of their gender. Not everyone can or should go on to university, but everyone should be encouraged to do better. To do the best they can.

We need to get that balance right. It’s not really about boys vs girls, it’s about giving all people the best possible start to their lives as learners. The better we help young people learn to learn, the better they will do as adults.

That might mean treating boys and girls differently in order for them to be at their best. We learn differently. We do a lot of things differently. We are not the same.

But we’re equal.

 

*Note to self:  ask your male friends if they get told to smile when they are out and about living their lives. They don’t.  Then ask your female friends.  Men love to tell women to smile. I can’t speak for all women, but it makes me want to hurt them.

Nothing. Just, nothing

The less we say about it the better
Make it up as we go along
Feet on the ground, head in the sky
It’s okay, I know nothing’s wrong

–Talking Heads/This Must Be The Place (Naive Melody)

 

Today, I don’t know that I can come up with anything to say.

We spent all day doing all the crap around the house that I hate to do. I’m pretty sure I did infinite loads of laundry. This time of year, weeks go by when we aren’t at home, so when there’s a non-football weekend everything really piles up. Literally. Dishes. Dirty clothes. Dust bunnies. After chores, we went to a dinner with Mark’s MBA classmates to celebrate them finishing the program, which was fun but involved me being social with a bunch of people I don’t know. That’s hard for me. I think I managed to behave like a moderately normal person for the several hours we were there. It was fun, but it was tiring. Mentally tiring.

Does that exhaust everyone, or is it just me?  I’m terrible at talking to people I don’t know, I always have been. I don’t know how many times people have asked me why I never talk. I feel like I do, but it’s just harder than it seems like it should be. I’m much better around people I know, but even then I need a lot of time on my own. Maybe more so than other people, I need to be quiet.

And yes, I realize that it was not very long ago that I wasn’t physically able to talk at all and I didn’t like it much. Maybe I think I should ration my spoken words in case they don’t come back all the way.

Although really what I didn’t like about losing my voice was that I couldn’t laugh or sing. I didn’t really miss talking all that much. I had a great excuse for just listening.

Maybe what I need is a party specific form of laryngitis…

Or maybe I just need to sleep.