I have a problem.
When I was a kid, I was a really weird kid. I used to gather up the acorns every fall and put them in a pile on the two stone steps of the stone patio my dad built in our front yard. Then I would divide them into two groups, (usually two armies) and smash them one by one with a rock until I had smashed every single acorne in our yard. To anyone watching, it was just a kid sitting there smashing acorns one by one for hours on end, but to me, every action had a purpose. If an acorn got smashed, it was because another acorn had killed it. If that acorn shot an arrow or threw a spear, i found a twig and used that to split them open. I didn't have a way to model a sword, so I used a rock to create a suitably gory aftermath of a acorn being killed with a sword. Once I finished this, I would go around and gather up a few hundred more acorns for the next battle. In particularly acorn heavy seasons, I would spend days just collecting and then days just smashing. Point is, I was a weird kid. I would do a similar thing smashing carpenter ants for hours as they crawled in lines along our house.
I was a weird kid. I played by myself a lot. I had a few friends in elementary school, but then they either moved away or stopped being friends with me by second grade. In 4th grade I made another 2 friends, and that was it for a while. We were pretty good friends. At the end of 5th grade, one of them moved away. At the end of 6th grade, the other moved away. I had a few pseudo friends then. Well, one in particular, and i just fell into his friend group. We never hung out though. I'm really not sure to what degree we were really "friends". He said a lot of mean stuff, but so did everyone back then. I don't think I was ever bullied. Bullied implies some degree of violence. but I was always picked on. Always.
I remember in 8th grade when something changed. We were in the computer lab to write essays for our english teacher. I don't remember her name, but I remember we counted 213 cats in her classroom. 578 once we realized that her cat calendar literally had a cat for every day on it. We were in the computer lab and this girl emily asked me what my favorite color was. Emily had bangs and was pretty cute, and she went out with Collin Mantz. Collin was cool. He was a sports dude-bro, but he never picked on me.
Emily asked me what my favorite color was, and I said no. She asked me again, and I said "Why do you want to know?" she said "That's just how it works! Someone asks what you favorite color is, and you tell them. Then you ask what thier favorite color is, and they tell you, and then it just... flows from there. Then you just, have a conversation!"
I thought about it for a while, because I actualy didn't know that, and then I said "green." Then she left.
That started something though, cause I realized I actually didn't know how to have a conversation. I started watching people, and how other people would interact, and then i started mimicking them. I did it wrong a lot. I messed up a lot. But I learned really quickly, because I was doing it all day every day with every interaction. It was bad, but no worse than getting made fun of, and I was getting better. I was having awkward empty conversations instead of outright ridicule. I got really good at it. I could small talk like a normal person by high school. I was never perfect. I would say stuff a lot and people would react badly to it and I never understood why. Later I realized people thought it was mean. By the time I figured that out though, I was well enough known and accepted that when I would do that people would say "Don't get mad at him for that, thats just how Connor is." Actually, that only happened once. That was the time I realized people thought some of the stuff I said was mean. I got better though. I don't do that anymore. By the end of highschool, I could basically socialize normally.
That brings me to today. 3 years into college. I have a few friends here. Not many, a handful, enough for me though. The problem I'm having is the nature of relationships here. I can socialize easily enough, and get along with people, but its different than my friends back in high school. I think because the people I knew in highschool also knew me in middle school. They saw me change, and learn to communicate. They knew where I was coming from, and actualy got who I was.
Here, interaction feels shallow. People can relate to me easily enough, but I feel like I can't really relate to people. I might have said that backwards. That saying is a little ambiguous. I can maintain the semblance of friendship with people easily enough, but I feel like no one really gets me here. It's a weird situation too. You can go from not being able to communicate to being able to communicate, and people will celebrate your growth. If you go from able to communicate to aloof, people have already characterized you as the same kind of person they are, and it's seen as a behavioral change. You're just acting weird.
It's not exactly as if I could just flip a switch and go back to acting like me either. At this point, the way I translate my ideas into a form of speech that comfortably fits societal norms is just reflexive anyways. Therein lies the problem. The way I express is tailored to be least abrasive to social norms, and the easiest for other people to access. It is not an optimal method for expressing my own ideas or feelings.
I want to be able to actualy connect to people again, and I don't know how to do that. The one friend I did have that I could connect to was because of our english class. We both had an english class together, and the class forced us to read each others poetry, or stories on the regular. We shared some really private stuff in that class. We actually connected. Now, when we hang out, it just shallow social interaction. I no longer have that tool that allowed me to circumnavigate social constraints and connect with her.
I no longer have anyone I can really connect with. I want that. I maybe even need that, but I don't know how to go about it. That is my problem.