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revdorothyl at 04:10pm on 16/01/2004 under television as mirror
revdorothyl at 04:10pm on 16/01/2004 under television as mirror"Lord, give me chastity, . . . but not yet." No, wait, that's not me -- that's St. Augustine. My "confessions" are of a much more pedestrian nature, I'm afraid. But here goes:
Apparently, I'm very slow to catch on to some things (the doctor who presided over my birth may not have been entirely wrong about the oxygen-deprived brain damage, after all).
Not just the usual social inter-action stuff -- I mean, I've always known that I pretty much suck at picking up on social cues, since all my attention and powers of observation seem to be permanently focused on a very narrow spectrum of human behavior (specifically, looking for signs that someone else is about to fly into a manic rage or display other not-entirely-sane behavior that might endanger me, so I can either get to the minimum safe distance before they blow, or, if necessary, try to diffuse or defuse the situation in advance). For instance, as an adult I've never been aware of any other human being expressing interest in me of a romantic or sexual nature (outside of the science fiction convention con-suite milieu, where the combination of a high blood alcohol level in my fellow con-goers and a low-cut costume on me sometimes leads to displays of interest that even I can pick up on; oh, and I have partial memories of some creepy and confusing comments from grown men when I was a very adult-looking 12-year-old, but I'm pretty much trying to repress those). Miss M and other RL friends tell me I'm just not picking up on a lot of stuff, and I have to take their word for it.
No, I'm talking about the areas in which I've always PRIDED myself on being an astute observer: TV shows, movies -- important stuff like that. ( Read more... )
Apparently, I'm very slow to catch on to some things (the doctor who presided over my birth may not have been entirely wrong about the oxygen-deprived brain damage, after all).
Not just the usual social inter-action stuff -- I mean, I've always known that I pretty much suck at picking up on social cues, since all my attention and powers of observation seem to be permanently focused on a very narrow spectrum of human behavior (specifically, looking for signs that someone else is about to fly into a manic rage or display other not-entirely-sane behavior that might endanger me, so I can either get to the minimum safe distance before they blow, or, if necessary, try to diffuse or defuse the situation in advance). For instance, as an adult I've never been aware of any other human being expressing interest in me of a romantic or sexual nature (outside of the science fiction convention con-suite milieu, where the combination of a high blood alcohol level in my fellow con-goers and a low-cut costume on me sometimes leads to displays of interest that even I can pick up on; oh, and I have partial memories of some creepy and confusing comments from grown men when I was a very adult-looking 12-year-old, but I'm pretty much trying to repress those). Miss M and other RL friends tell me I'm just not picking up on a lot of stuff, and I have to take their word for it.
No, I'm talking about the areas in which I've always PRIDED myself on being an astute observer: TV shows, movies -- important stuff like that. ( Read more... )
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