I suspect most people know by now that I have this general insecurity that people in general don't like me. In most situations there's always this feeling that people are ignoring me. Or that they don't want me to be around. Or that I don't fit in. Or that nobody even remembers me anymore. Something along those lines.
I know well enough, though, that that's likely not the case. As with most delusions, though, that doesn't matter. The voices in my head eventually win out. I also know that it's a self-fulfilling thing; if I don't make an effort to connect with others, then I can't reasonably expect or even hope that they'll reach out to me or even remember me. It is hard to make that first step, though, when the first thing you think of afterwards is "eh, they probably don't want me around anyway."
Naturally, there's a list of people who don't stir up thoughts like that for me. But it became apparent recently that the list is shrinking. That's probably not a good thing. There's also the FB account thing, which while initiated because of my distaste for some of the stuff FB does, is sustained by this same issue. I also find myself thinking back to Hot Tub this year, where on the Friday, I got quite drunk, forgot about all this stuff, and ended up having what I remember was a good time (despite never getting in the tub), while the next day, I didn't, found myself feeling totally overwhelmed, and ended up hiding in a dark room in front of my laptop for good chunks of the night. Of course, in the end, I can't say I made any new connections, either.
I find myself in the curious position of actually being able to do something about this in a huge way. Aside from actually having more friends than I can remember (heh, how ironic), there are many events I can go to here to meet like-minded people, and so one would think I should have no problem making a pile of friends around here. Yet I'm scared to go to these things. No surprise, then, that I have the constant feeling that I can count the number of friends I have around here on one hand. (It's probably more like two hands, but I'm pretty sure it can't be much more than that.)
I guess I don't know what to do. Actually, I know exactly what I need to do, but I can't get myself to do it. I'm not even sure what it is exactly I want. Too little social interaction results in me feeling like this, but too much results in me feeling like there are a billion things that I really want to get back to doing. I have no idea where the middle ground is. (It's funny, because the things I can go to around here mix both socializing and hacking, so I could easily do both and figure out where it is. But then I'm still scared to go.)
Oh well. The computer to my left is almost done installing Solaris, and I can't figure out what else to say without making this even more pitiful than it already is, so I guess I'll stop. At least I can hide behind trying to deal with my big to-do list.