Sometimes I feel stuck in this abomination of a container- this body. I feel like I cannot connect with anyone or anything and it makes me angry and frustrated at everyone and myself.
I think I was upset at the latter birthday party that I had to attend this evening because I felt that great disconnect. And it made more and more self conscious and uncomfortable to the point where I had to keep my head down to avoid a massive nervous breakdown. I was afraid to look at people in the eye because I felt they could sense that inherent awkwardness – that alien feeling of forced socialization where I cannot even pretend to enjoy pithy conversations about random things that don’t interest me. Sometimes I can do it, but for some unknown reason, I just couldn’t do it.
In an effort to figure out why this happened, I retraced everything that happened today. It could have been that extremely greasy meal. Maybe because Steven hadn’t made the plans very clear (also there was a last minute change of plans to the first birthday dinner). Perhaps when I was talking to Katayoun, I realized how enjoyable it was to be with someone who was intellectually stimulating (even if at times she was painfully neurotic) because I didn’t feel forced to put on any of my social masks. I feel like I connect with very very few people, and it is so sad that Katayoun, being one of them, does not live in this area.
At the end of the night, I just felt very upset at everything and everyone and wanted to go home. I don’t feel like a fit member of society, and it’s an awful feeling to have.