Epically Schizoid Moments

I would always have my headphones in if I was riding around in a car as a passenger and never once thought of it as being rude or anything like that. I would rather just listen to my walkman than be bothered with conversation. When I was 11 years old my grandfather took me to a hockey game and on the way home he missed the road we needed to turn on to get to my house. Of course I had my headphones in (listening to Chingy of all things) and shrugged it off thinking he knew of a shortcut . Obviously he was just old and his sense of direction was never good but I'm pretty sure we just kept driving until I saw another road to turn on and I silently pointed. I think my parents told me that was rude to have my headphones in but I didn't understand their point. A few years later I got my first job (at 15) and I remember my mom telling me I couldn't 'wear those headphones at work.' On the way home from the interview as a front seat passenger I had my headphones in again with my eyes closed when I heard a scream. Apparently there was a collision twenty feet in front of us and my mom yells, 'see, this is why you need to start paying attention and stop living in lala land!' or something to that effect. I started driving shortly after that but the bus was the best place for my headphones. I think every moment I've ever spent on a school bus has been a schizoid moment.

I was also the kid they seated next to the oddballs in middle school because I was the only one who wouldn't make fun of or laugh at them. In fifth grade science class, all of my guy friends were seated at one table and I was at the table on the other side of the room with the new kid nobody liked and three girls that picked on him incessantly. Did my teacher think I would intervene and protect this kid? If I remember correctly I don't think I spoke a word to him the entire year he was there.

My (catholic/private) middle school teachers truly thought I was a saint as they picked me to be Joseph for the school 'stations of the cross' event where I would 'seek refuge with my wife' (who was played by the saintly girl in the class who I didn't hear speak one word the entire 9 years in school with her but her friends said she did killer impressions at their weekend sleepovers) by knocking on each classroom door asking for a place to stay so my wife could birth our child. Then I played Jesus Christ and carried a cross down the church aisle and was given a crown of thorns, etc. etc.

Organized religion is weird.

^^ Reminds me of a school incident.
I didnt speak much so they sat me beside the 'new girl' who was a compulsive talker . It was cruel for me. initially I was polite and monosyllablic..but her incessant chatter was ubearable. I stopped replying and vowed to never speak to her again; I didnt answer or acknowledge her in any way. Her parents rang mine, concerned she had done something to offend me....

In high school, I always sat in the library during lunchtime. Apparently, somebody figured out and decided they'd sit at the table next to mine every day for a week. Finally, the guy sits in the chair across from mine and starts talking to me.

The conversation:

Guy: Hi, I'm a senior. I don't see you around that often.
Me: Oh?
Guy: Yeah, I know what it's like.
Me: Eh?
Guy: I have really bad social anxiety, too.
Me: But I don't-
Guy: There's no need to be shy, we're a lot alike.
Me: (starting to get annoyed, getting up to leave) Trust me, we're not.
Guy: Uh, will you at least let me carry your books? They look heavy.
Me: No.
Guy:...Bye...
Me:(hightails it out of there)


There was a happy ending: I unintentionally hurt his feelings, but at least I never saw him again

My favorite schizoid moment was years ago when I was hospitalized following a suicide attempt. They had a group therapy deal that was worthless, but the topic that day was socializing or meeting people and I recall this bipolar girl was going on about how she gave guys "the look" in bars or bowling alleys or wherever and they would come to her. Then the therapist asked me how I met people and I said matter of factly, "I don't."
The bipolar girl's mouth dropped opened and she just stared at me and the therapist smiled and said,"I knew you'd say that."
It meant nothing to me at the time, but years later I realized this was classic schizoid and that's why the therapist smiled.

Not really a moment, but epically schizoid:
In an earlier post, I referred to a pre-paid phone that I'd had for three weeks without activating. That was over a month ago. Guess what I *still* haven't done? Yep. Yyyyyep.

awesome rockchucker

rockchucker wrote:In an earlier post, I referred to a pre-paid phone that I'd had for three weeks without activating. That was over a month ago. Guess what I *still* haven't done? Yep. Yyyyyep.

I don't even have a phone. There would be no point. And I keep my house phone ringer off with the volume on the answering machine turned down. The only way I know someone has called is by the blinking light. Whenever I see it blinking, I always think "Some motherfXXker has a lot of nerve calling me."

There are currently 36 messages in my machine. The max it will hold.

If and when I do get a mobile phone, I think my voicemail greeting will be "This better be good…."

Marcus555 wrote:

rockchucker wrote:In an earlier post, I referred to a pre-paid phone that I'd had for three weeks without activating. That was over a month ago. Guess what I *still* haven't done? Yep. Yyyyyep.

I don't even have a phone. There would be no point. And I keep my house phone ringer off with the volume on the answering machine turned down. The only way I know someone has called is by the blinking light. Whenever I see it blinking, I always think "Some motherfXXker has a lot of nerve calling me."

There are currently 36 messages in my machine. The max it will hold.

If and when I do get a mobile phone, I think my voicemail greeting will be "This better be good…."

It took me a while but I for some reason end up driving in remote areas and am fearful of getting a flat tyre.
I am now converted to texting as a handy means of communication . It saves the expenditure of energy with phone calls.
I hate skyping unless it is via text and even then I will only do it with one person.

Hanging up on someone mid phone call when you lose interest in talking to them.

Animosity wrote:Hanging up on someone mid phone call when you lose interest in talking to them.

Is this even worth it? Chances are, sooner or later, that person is going to come back and bite you in the ass asking you what happened that day you hung up on them.