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Folks, here’s how it goes: there’s no denying that I have more people skills than should be legal in some aspects, if you will forgive the lack of humility. On the other hand, there’s also stuff I struggle with like a kid, and not a healthy kid at that. So here’s it: any friend or acquaintance and, with a proper conversation probably even a stranger, is able to wreck me right there and now with uncertainty that they’re going to tell me something that I supposedly did wrong, which hurt them (wronged I can deal with, hurt is the problem, offended is shaky ground). That comes with completely annihilating my ability to sleep any the coming night, especially if they end the conversation on a cliff-hanger. Hearing that I will be having an unpleasant conversation with someone in two days or so is the worst thing that can happen. It means two wrecked days and sleepless nights. Just to give you an example.
I somehow can’t seem to be able to process the idea that I’m not responsible for their emotions. Also, it annoys me to no end that they will narrate to me how whatever shade of meaning or vibe in my way of speaking gave them a non-overlarge impression of being something like advised or instructed, which I frankly believe they should get over with. And when they tell me that, they are inconveniencing me emotionally in a much more conscious and possibly more powerful way than I supposedly, according to their words, managed to do unwittingly. This makes my inconsistency alarm beep. Due to which inconsistency, I feel something akin to betrayed by reality, wronged by reality, trapped with stuff that makes me feel bad but I can’t base a proper claim on. Not necessarily because it isn’t valid but because nobody would get the rule I were referring to. Much like a court that doesn’t understand one bit of a perfectly sound legal rule I’m laying out.
Moreover, if I do frame, state and lay out that claim, they will inevitably react by being hurt, feeling wronged and possibly shutting off and disappearing until tomorrow or ever. This I can’t prevent, and have no power over. Whether in them or in me. In a blatant case, I can convince myself they’re in the wrong and so I shouldn’t feel bad for their being hurt, and shouldn’t be held hostage. But I always at least doubt myself because there is the possibility I did something wrong to hurt them but am failing to see it. As a bonus, it feels like they can state claims but I can’t. Because I won’t shut off or anything. I’m entirely capable of being passive-aggressive, including cold, emotionless statements that are obvious guilt trips for the other person but I can’t just shut off on the person I’m processing a disagreement or rather some kind of emotional sorta-conflict (not conflict but some kind of disturbance) with. And I am inclined to see the very ability to do so as a sign of cruelty.
Also, whatever it is they want to tell me, timor mortis morte peior (fear of death is worse than death) applies and I’m fretting over it more before reading or hearing it than after. I exaggerate the impression of whatever they are going to tell me, probably (as I suspect) in order to prevent myself from being hit on the head (or heart rather) with a hammer when it does come. I prefer to prefer myself for the worst.
(And I can take a lot of the worst from opposing lawyers. I can’t take much from a friend or acquaintance, especially female, although any romantic interest has nothing to do with it (while, admittedly, having to convey non-interest to an interested female would be a nightmare). Because dudes can be told to man up or even something that I shouldn’t be quoting on paper. I don’t know about my heart rate, but stuff like that can literally get my jaw shaking, get me a fever, paralise my facial muscles, get me an asthma attack, something of this sort, since it transfers itself on the body. I’m properly, physically sick. And mentally hugely discomposed, although I can maintain the ability to think with reason and justice, I will just emotionless, cold and possibly curt in my manner of talking, especially to the person holding me hostage.)
Also, damage done by that to an acquaintance or friendship has the potential to be permanent. I try to defeat the coming resentment and tendency to avoid that person, consider him or her lost to the opposing side, and soldier on through the battlefield, where being outnumbered and disadvantage is the ordinary state of things. One of my ancestors supposedly ordered a hole to be dug in the ground to put flour and water in there, fake bread, and throw it at the opponents to make them think city defenders had enough food to throw it at enemy, who promptly went away. This is probably fake but sounds familiar (including the obvious exaggeration).
How to deal with this kind of thing? Is there a homebrew way or something I could read? If you believe this is something I should talk to a professional about, shoot ahead. I may be bad at handling non-hostile criticism (hostile is better because you can fight back), as occurs from this writing, but I definitely won’t feel bad due to honest, well-meaning advice that stays within some boundaries of form, and a manly, straightforward “go talk to a pro” is not going to make me feel bad. Thank you. For reading this too.
I somehow can’t seem to be able to process the idea that I’m not responsible for their emotions. Also, it annoys me to no end that they will narrate to me how whatever shade of meaning or vibe in my way of speaking gave them a non-overlarge impression of being something like advised or instructed, which I frankly believe they should get over with. And when they tell me that, they are inconveniencing me emotionally in a much more conscious and possibly more powerful way than I supposedly, according to their words, managed to do unwittingly. This makes my inconsistency alarm beep. Due to which inconsistency, I feel something akin to betrayed by reality, wronged by reality, trapped with stuff that makes me feel bad but I can’t base a proper claim on. Not necessarily because it isn’t valid but because nobody would get the rule I were referring to. Much like a court that doesn’t understand one bit of a perfectly sound legal rule I’m laying out.
Moreover, if I do frame, state and lay out that claim, they will inevitably react by being hurt, feeling wronged and possibly shutting off and disappearing until tomorrow or ever. This I can’t prevent, and have no power over. Whether in them or in me. In a blatant case, I can convince myself they’re in the wrong and so I shouldn’t feel bad for their being hurt, and shouldn’t be held hostage. But I always at least doubt myself because there is the possibility I did something wrong to hurt them but am failing to see it. As a bonus, it feels like they can state claims but I can’t. Because I won’t shut off or anything. I’m entirely capable of being passive-aggressive, including cold, emotionless statements that are obvious guilt trips for the other person but I can’t just shut off on the person I’m processing a disagreement or rather some kind of emotional sorta-conflict (not conflict but some kind of disturbance) with. And I am inclined to see the very ability to do so as a sign of cruelty.
Also, whatever it is they want to tell me, timor mortis morte peior (fear of death is worse than death) applies and I’m fretting over it more before reading or hearing it than after. I exaggerate the impression of whatever they are going to tell me, probably (as I suspect) in order to prevent myself from being hit on the head (or heart rather) with a hammer when it does come. I prefer to prefer myself for the worst.
(And I can take a lot of the worst from opposing lawyers. I can’t take much from a friend or acquaintance, especially female, although any romantic interest has nothing to do with it (while, admittedly, having to convey non-interest to an interested female would be a nightmare). Because dudes can be told to man up or even something that I shouldn’t be quoting on paper. I don’t know about my heart rate, but stuff like that can literally get my jaw shaking, get me a fever, paralise my facial muscles, get me an asthma attack, something of this sort, since it transfers itself on the body. I’m properly, physically sick. And mentally hugely discomposed, although I can maintain the ability to think with reason and justice, I will just emotionless, cold and possibly curt in my manner of talking, especially to the person holding me hostage.)
Also, damage done by that to an acquaintance or friendship has the potential to be permanent. I try to defeat the coming resentment and tendency to avoid that person, consider him or her lost to the opposing side, and soldier on through the battlefield, where being outnumbered and disadvantage is the ordinary state of things. One of my ancestors supposedly ordered a hole to be dug in the ground to put flour and water in there, fake bread, and throw it at the opponents to make them think city defenders had enough food to throw it at enemy, who promptly went away. This is probably fake but sounds familiar (including the obvious exaggeration).
How to deal with this kind of thing? Is there a homebrew way or something I could read? If you believe this is something I should talk to a professional about, shoot ahead. I may be bad at handling non-hostile criticism (hostile is better because you can fight back), as occurs from this writing, but I definitely won’t feel bad due to honest, well-meaning advice that stays within some boundaries of form, and a manly, straightforward “go talk to a pro” is not going to make me feel bad. Thank you. For reading this too.