Responding here to the telegraphing of anger via facial expressions,
I have a terrible time with this. My public demeanor and body language is quirky and tightly-controlled, whereas I just don't know how to trim it out to possibly call less attention to myself. If I visit a particular place repeatedly, especially restaurants whereby staff might come to know and understand me, then soon I'm treated very well. I arrive with books, I set them up, and communicate my wishes and inclinations within a fairly narrow band of practiced courtesies that I hope - I hope will be translated into respect afforded to wait staff, etc. I draw comment, but most of it kind and rooted in a certain bemused/intrigued curiosity for how many deeply introverted types reading in public does one encounter on a day-to-day basis? For myself, informal encounters with people habitating a public environment may be my only experience of even trace social validation in a person-to-person sense for days at a time, hence I dare not put a foot wrong. I desire to refine a style of personal and professional interrelation uncommonly humane even if the effort seems a bit rarefied. :O_o:
What is less savored is diving into a new environment which might be tonally rough and tumble for people will mistake a certain lack of ease and reflexive gregariousness for outright stuffiness if not hostility. Rather like how I write, a lot of my presentation is 'simply me' - a certain adaptation to identifying with my books and what is found across studies however manifest. I don't strictly wish to telegraph to others as though I were some wildly intolerant Prussian officer, but that impression is wordlessly established far too often as I struggle to negotiate what I'll term 'social space'. In short, I bob my head up, and notice that a certain *hitty dynamic has taken hold absent my participation. :speechless:
With the passage of years my manner in this regard hasn't improved, for I seem to become ever more stuffy even I don't strictly think about it regarding encounters with the aforementioned 'rough and tumble' set. In particular, my 'man of the people' setting just seems permanently broken, while if I could wear a tight-fitting mask that might telegraph to the man on the street my reasoned desire simply to make my way through life without causing harm to others, perhaps I'd be first in line to buy such? I am getting better and reflexively telegraphing social ease and courtesy, although just in a plain waking sense, I strongly telegraph as an intolerant nerd deserving of his comeuppance. I wish in a sense I could wear a device that would transmit in real time to any parties interested what I'm thinking, what I'm mulling, versus lookers on presuming my investment on non-investment in social scenes is characterized by non-stop caustic judgment of 'them' for it simply isn't. Sigh, double-sigh, sigh-squared then... :geek:
M.