I'd guess either Spanish or Klingon. Wait... you said your parents were religious? Then Aramaic, the language of Jesus.
Spanish... and what's with Klingon? I am not THAT big of a nerd...
Honestly, I bet that my parents didn't taught me Aramaic because they didn't have the resources. Hell, if they could they would probably have sex with Jesus.
For some reasons, I noticed that the term "relatively" seems to be too impressive for many, despite me using it all the time.
What?? Relatively is too complicated... oh dammit that's one more word that I have to stop using...
To think that my general moods are termed "alexithymic" and "anhedonic", I guess I'll just ignore all the "How are you?" questions or just go with the "I am fine!" routine, or the truer "I *was* fine!".
The "how are you?" question, slightly less annoying than the "why are you so quiet?" question. You know, I've never been able to figure out why people ask me that question at all. I mean, I'm always staring at the floor with a look of impending doom on my face and when people ask me that question I just go "I'm good... how are you?" with a very low voice and giving them this weak little smile that makes me look like a patient with terminal cancer saying he's going to be ok. Why do they even bother? Can't they see from 10ft away that I am definetly NOT fine... I bet they must be thinking "Yeah, right" when I tell them I'm fine.
It's not too hard to put a schizoid in a cage:
If the schizoid isn't a too bad case, you can do this:
-Hey mister schizoid... I am here to kidnap you, please proceed to go into the cage.
-Am I allowed to attempt an escape?
-No.
-...whatever... *walks into the cage*
Actually, that would probably work just fine with me as well... though it would go a little bit different:
-Hey mister avoidant... Yes, you... who else is around here?

I'm going to kidnap you so get in the cage.
-ummm... errr... ehhh... am i... am i allowed to... ummm... escape... or something?
-No.
-... ummm... OK, I--I'm sorry. *walks into the cage while staring at the floor*
But then, you could run into violent schizoids. They DO exist, and there are even movies about them.
Hmmm... that would mean that Raccoon City is Schizoid City... And... so is Spain according to Resident Evil 4...
Eh... I was more reffering to her general behavior being more similar to a 95 years old than a 14 years old.
Oh, I know... but I still held out a hope that there was people who looked like Lain... sigh...
My sister once told me that I was acting like a 125 years old senile geezer.
Hmmm... I've been told that I act like a bitter old man... You're senile and I bitter all we need is a pair of rocking chairs. We can sit in front of a house and I can yell at the children to get off my lawn while you forget your name and address...
Yeah... but when you are schizoid and you don't try to "hide" it in any way, it's a certainty that the NEXT person you meet will pass a comment about it. Being schizoid is not so much as just "not smiling", but often go so far as to give you a nice zombie-face or make you look like you have no soul or you are some kind of robot. Of course, Lain is an anime, but imagine a girl actually acting like that in real life. You can expect her to be harassed endlessly and she will end up avoiding people even more than she normally would. When I have to go somewhere and I don't feel like putting a facade, I will get endless "Are you ok?" "Are you sad?" "Are you mad?" "Are you high?" "You look so sleepy!" "Careful, he will go on a killing spree in 5 minutes!".
You know, when I'm not playing it tough I tend to give off this "poor abused kid" aura. Most people my age just tend to treat me with pity and are nice to me but adults... adults are different. Apparently I can make some people's maternal instincts go nuts or something because adult women just start babying me... in a bad way. I remember that back when I was a waiter (yes I know that's probably the worst job ever for an avoidant, especiall an extremely clumsy avoidant like me) there was this woman who just wouldn't stop babying me... she looked at me with these maternal eyes and I wouldn't be surprised if she suddenly began to carry me and feed me with a bottle. And she isn't the first or the last adul woman to treat me like that, I know they're being nice but it gets kind of creepy...