That sounds interesting. I wouldn't mind a chance to give something like that a try.
Greentea wrote:
...attacked me like a rabid dog to force me to cough up the details of my socioeconomic status in society like everyone else does here when they meet someone for the first time (What car do you drive? Do you own your dwelling or rent? What do you do for a living? Are you married? What does your husband do for a living? etc.)
This is exactly why I choose to stay away from people. Funny, but I've begun to notice that the more I interact with people, the lonelier I feel. When I am asked questions like those, I find that I struggle a lot, and then end up going off on a tangent about some peculiarity in the shape of my dining area, or something like that, and people stand there with that frozen smile plastered on their face, like, "Okaaaaaaaaay." And I feel like I completely, utterly, do not belong there. You're description made me laugh, though.