So begins an intermittent series of revealing details about how I act around others, and the fact that I have a lot of room for improvement. This could be boring for readers, but, in a display of my self focus, this is about me. I know in my head what should happen, but putting it in the open might help with the process of working on it.

I guess the logical first topic would be my thorough social ineptitude. I do not mean the awkward feeling of meeting people and not knowing what to talk about, though I am well acquainted with the feeling. I mean that I have trouble relating to others. Empathy, compassion, all those qualities that show you care, are not displayed naturally in my life. It isn’t that I don’t care, but that my words, actions, and body language do not reflect caring.

I don’t know how to offer words of encouragement and comfort to people. My first inclination is to try a joke, which can backfire, and often has. I don’t want to see them hurting, but have nothing to offer them. I do not feel sorrow the same way as “normal” people do. I know it is a time to be sad, but it is not displayed in my outward appearance.

I am unsure if this is fixable, it depends on the root cause. Fixable or not, my reactions can be improved. So if you see me with a dazed or confused look when other people are sad, now you know what caused it.

And if you read this and feel that you wasted your time, like I said, this really was all about me.