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Friends, Romans, Countrymen... leave me the hell alone....

I am not a "people person"--  (ironic when you consider I'm a bookstore manager who has to deal with people on a daily basis) yet, every time I say I am not a "people person', I am met with the same response, and eerily even the same wording... "you're better with people than you think you are."

No I'm not, I can just make it look that way....

Okay, so today, after hearing the same line AGAIN, I really began to wonder why people weren't getting what I was saying--- then it hit me, they've all been "hearing" one definition of the phrase, while I was using the phrase's other definition. Apparently, what I took as a phrase that meant -- "someone who likes interacting with people", can also mean "someone with good communication skills" (which is what everybody felt the need to reassure about me).

So, what's the word/phrase for a person who has good communication skills but doesn't like interacting with people?? What do you call a person who doesn't really want to talk to people, but is okay hanging out with their friends, and is super annoyed/anxious when they have to deal with somebody that's upset or mad?? And, the first person who answers by saying "normal" gets my spacebar shoved up their nose.....

I mean, I deal with people when I have to, I love interacting with my friends, but, even that has to be in short doses sometimes. I guess when it comes right down to it--- I'm more of a people-watcher than a people-interacter.

Interacting with people for long periods of time is extremely draining. On my days off it's not out of the ordinary for me to only utter a single sentence all day.

Why do I work in retail again??  Oy vey....

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  1. I'd classify you as a survivalist. You interact with people because it's a job requirement and you have a job to pay the bills and hopefully do something fun on occasion. Congratulations on overcoming your basic personality trait.
    Nancy
    N. R. Williams, The Treasures of Carmelidrium

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  2. No idea what it's called, although I've been variously tagged as 'bitch', 'anti-social', 'hermit', 'awkward'...the list goes on. The few people I call friends have one thing in common; they understand the phrase companionable silence. We can sit and drink coffee or eat a meal, mostly in silence, and still enjoy each other's company. We may only talk on the phone or email once a month, but each knows the other is there and can be relied upon. And I am pretty happy!
    I wonder if most writers tend to be that way. Sometimes it seems like it.

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  3. E.A.S. you are the Green M&M. Stay the way you are, "Melt for no one."

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  4. LOL... you guys are awesome! So, I'm a survivalist green m&m with a bitchy attitude... I can dig it! :-)

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  5. This post strikes a chord with me in that I have to be outgoing in my job but there are days when I find I really don't want to talk to anyone. And, of course increasingly I can do my job on email but I will miss interaction after a while so I'm only borderline antisocial maybe. And the green M&M is interesting in a way.

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