I dislike social interactions as well.
Maybe not to the same extent as you, but still.
You have at least MY sympathies.
That's the problem, though: I don't
dislike social interaction, in fact I crave it. Unfortunately though I am really,
really bad at it, and that causes me a great deal of stress. Such is my curse, to long for the company of others and yet feel terrified by the very thought of reaching out to befriend them.
And then once you
have friends, there's the matter of keeping in touch with them, meeting up and doing friend stuff, whatever.
Whenever I suggest (or consider suggesting) some sort of friend-activity I worry that they don't really consider me a good friend at all, that I'm doing it wrong and creeping them out, that to them I'm just some clingy weirdo that has latched onto them, like a drowning man grasping for a piece of driftwood in the swirling maelstrom of life.
I have no idea how most people just seem to click with others, and seemingly at once begin hanging out and forming a bond through shared experiences. Sometimes I toy with the idea of just coming clean, admitting that I am really bad at friend-stuff and asking them to bear with me, but that would make me seem even more pathetic than I do already.
Thank you for the sympathy, though. I needed it.
I think I have survived this particular social hurdle without tripping and landing on my head. It's a relief.
* Yoink ceases his flailing and heaves himself up from the floor and back into his seat with a relieved sigh.
@NinjaTiru: Thanks! Yeah I got there in the end.
I think this is just a slightly different form of social anxiety to the kind I'm more used to dealing with. Hopefully I get the hang of it soon.