I tend to freeze up and forget polite formalities like, how are you? How's the kids etc. and those types of irrational questions. I struggle to engage with a person after the initial Hello paradox. I feel,
I cannot reciprocate their inane ability to share their mundane domestic or dutiful itinerary, in fact I usually zone well out, my brain
preferring to consider things such as particle physics or the fascinating evolution of language. These things are not considered in polite conversation. I often only open my mouth to a new person, when faced with a direct question (mundane again at best). I will answer them in a short sharp manner but I never ask them the same ridiculous questions. Just the other day a woman I don't know well asked me if I grew up around here. I said no and left it at that. I answered her question right? Too bad I didn't offer any other information for free. But I know my weakness is opening my mouth, so I censor it. Stick to the plan brain, short simple answers; cleverly disguised disinterest. Didn't stop the woman though. Oh no. I had to find out all about her, dare I say, questionable, upbringing. I smiled, wide-eyed with eyebrows raised and slightly slanted in fear, as is my face when confronted with socialising, wishing and hoping inside that she would notice my discomfort and abort human contact.... Trapped in conversation, I always find my escape. The bathroom. The kitchen, something needs attending. The rudest, but sometimes only effective way I found found of jettisoning a conversation at home, is the remote control. Flick, flick, oh sorry! Seems I took my wavering eye off you for a moment and you acquired someone else's in the room. I hope they remain attentive, while I furtively hunt for something tangible on television.
Scientific documentaries will always serve to vacate the unlearned.
I actually feel (in most cases) that I don't really care what you do, or who you live with, as long as you don't punch me in the face or something else, just as directly, confronting.
I can't even remember people's names, even after countless meetings. Even when I want to! It's like my brain goes- It's not my job to remember your friends name. Or your friends husband name or their 3 kids names. Or their dogs name and where they worked. I have enough trouble remembering where you put the coffee, or indeed if we had one at all. Man! I forget to remind you to eat half the time and you want me to recall your mates last five relationships and what disturbing events took place? Unlikely! Brain out!- I just can't help it I guess. It kind of annoys me that it is so reliably unreliable. At least now I am beginning to understand why and perhaps, in time, aid it with countermeasures I have yet to discover.