esoterica181 wrote:
I'm interested in developing a thick social armor, that is if I had any idea what it was.
You have a really keen eye for regional customs. If I'm in the mood to say hi, I say it; if I'm not, I don't. I worry about not saying hi sometimes, but saying it when I don't want to makes me feel sick.
A thick social armor is mostly teaching yourself to follow the trifling behavioral customs, so that at a glance you look normal.
Which, in turn, mostly serves to keep people from noticing you too much or asking questions (of you, themselves, or anyone else).
Its only real purpose is to help you blend right in at a casual glance, and to keep people at a couple arms' length and the hell out of your heart, soul, mind, and business.
Sort of ironic that, in parts of the South, the way to look normal to keep people backed the hell off is to speak to them in passing like they were beloved friends, but... When in Rome...
Anyone can be a good observer of local customs. All you need is a seat, a notebook, something to do while you sit there (I took up smoking-- I recommend something else), and time. Time is the difficult component. I had a lot of time when I was younger, and even back in '06 when we moved to AR. I only had a kid or two. Time out the wazoo. Time gets harder as we get older.
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"Alas, our dried voices when we whisper together are quiet and meaningless, as wind in dry grass, or rats' feet over broken glass in our dry cellar." --TS Eliot, "The Hollow Men"