I’m antisocial?
“Maybe it’s a lil too early to know if this is gonna work, all I know is you’re sure lookin good in my shirt.” - Keith Urban
So I’m starting to wonder if I’m antisocial… and in so, I wind up posting here. What’s sad about the whole thing is that I had initially intended for this blog to be semi-technical in nature, or at least for posts to be ‘widespread’ / appealing to many. I’m spiraling downward towards a ‘bitching-post’ blog instead, which isn’t good. But… that’s for another day.
At the moment, I’m coming to the conclusion that my antisocial tendencies are becoming an issue. Let me be clear, antisocial is not anti-society (I’m not walking into the post office with a sawed-off). Rather, I’m just one of those people who tends to keep to himself on his days off, doesn’t go out a whole lot, and finds his happiness in puttering around the house and working on his little projects. That’s me. What do you want me to do, change? I think not. People don’t really change anyway. They can “lean” one way or another, but they don’t really “change” change.
Keeping that in mind, I’ve found that those of the fairer gender are ‘bothered’ by my antisocial-ness (if that’s even a word, which I’m sure it is not). “Me”-time is not allowed! I’d like to think this is an isolated incident or that it is somehow not true, but it’s been pointed out to me by every single person that I’ve ever had a relationship with. I’d dare to say its a scientific fact at this point.
Guess I’m just an ass…

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