Be Socially Awkward

Hi! Hello.

FUCKING HI!

Yeah. Big surprise! I like being socially awkward. Why? Because it keeps things interesting! I enjoy seeing how other people will react to me saying an off-colour joke or being too loud in a library.

From what I can see, there are four kinds of people:..
well, more than four kinds. But, this is observation, and I am too lazy to dive into every GD personality type!

There are people who shy away from your actions. The people who either cover everything up OR they try to silence you. They are the ones who take a few moments to figure out how to best do something the first time. They are (overly) conscious of everything they say, and actively get offended on other peoples behalf for ever thing said.

Then, there are the people (like me) who don’t care what they say. There is never malice behind what they say, but they do take some form of sick satisfaction from watching the other group cringe. Usually, they say the wrong things on purpose to prove the point that the true basis for the hatred of topics or terms is just as offensive as saying them.

Then, there are the bigots. Those who say stupid shit because they are trying to be funny. Also in this classification are those who say things to hurt other people. I have little respect for them (yes, I do see the irony) and I have a hard time understanding how people like this can still exist.

The fourth category is the most unfortunate. Those who say something with no intent to offend anyone, but they say egregious things that get them into trouble. Listening to someone from this category is an exercise in schadenfreude.

Being socially awkward is more than just being offensive, and that’s where people seem to fall a bit off the mark. Being socially awkward, to me, is bending expectations and unspoken laws of normality. Pointing out flaws in your person to a group of people who don’t know you? That can create the most fantastic miasma of groans that can never be expressed in text.

The hardest part, for me, is letting people who don’t know me well that I am joking around. There is nothing worse than pointing out that I’m in a wheelchair to have it followed by dismissive comments about how other’s have it worse or things of-the-like. Even worse than that is when someone piggy-backs off my statement and follows it up with something actually offensive. Just because the cripple said something detrimental to some cause does not give an able a pass on stupid.

R.I.P. Tumblr

I deleted my Tumblr today (the 15th of September). The reason for said deleting comes off as mildly petty, but I feel it sound.

A couple of weeks ago, I posted a thing making a half-plea to normalize the word “cripple.” I was aware that the article was incomplete, but I was asking the wheelchair community on Tumblr for any help in writing, if they agreed with my point.

The article was up for not two hours before I was forced to take it down. I was being harassed, called the next hitler, called an Abilist, people claimed that I was faking being in a wheelchair to maintain any sort of credibility whilst trying to undermine the community…

Long story short: I took down the article shortly after posting it. I got several angry messages and threats of harm for the next few days, and finally I just killed the whole thing. I just kept the Tumblr alive to post things on my off-days on here, and with the new schedule, I don’t have to worry so much about that.

I will miss a few things, like ‘screenshotsofdespare‘ and ‘sterility‘. Not to mention that Tumblr, as a whole, has a fantastic sense of humour on occasion. I have been taking more of a liking to Twitter as of late, anyway.

Anyway, that is my long-winded explanation of why I got rid of my Tumblr.