I have bad luck at restaurants. Order wrong, hair in food, obnoxious guest sitting next to me, ordered and paid and totally forgotten about, waitress quit her job while I was waiting on her to bring food, ordered a cheeseburger at a drive thru and got home and there was no burger patty on it, hibachi restaurant hostess didn’t turn the grill on for the chef and had to wait 30mins for it to warm up. I’m polite. It’s not me.
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I have extremely specific interests which makes me quite difficult to please. I usually can’t say I like some certain subject because I like a specific sub-category of that subject and the rest doesn’t interest me at all even though to an outsider they may seem like the same thing.
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I over-think and over-analyze everything. I assume most things people say and do have some deep meaning which I’m always trying to figure out. I’m kind of subconscioussly assuming every comment others makes is the end result of a long chain of logic and reasoning.
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It’s almost impossible for me to get upset about stuff in the media for example and thus people may often assume I’m for something only because I’m not violently against it. I feel like I have quite strong sense of empathy and I can view many things from both sides and I find a ton of nuance in everything. Things that are simple to others are very complex to me.
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I have bit of a superiority complex. The thing just is that I don’t consider myself to be especially intelligent - just that many others seem to be way below the treshold I’m expecting from an average person. I have almost no tolerance for people who seem uncapable of generating independent thoughts. If your opinions are consistently predictable then I lose respect for you.
I was fully prepared to make my own top level comment, but I see someone already said exactly everything I was thinking.
Do you also sometimes feel like the real world is just a bit too real? Like you can’t find anything special or magical about the world? I feel that is a curse, too, when I see so many people who see something about life and the world I just don’t see.
I have near perfect timing.
I can set a ten minute timer, walk away, and then wander back into the room ten seconds before the beep.
I can go to sleep without an alarm set and wake up at 4am if I need to.
Everyone around me is late. All. The. Time.
Dice hate me. It doesn’t matter the context, if I need to roll, it’s gonna go poorly for me.
