I hope you all are having a good day. I would like to start by saying that I’m the “can’t take compliments” guy who posted a while back about how he “can’t take compliments”. I’ve been thinking about something for a while. That being the situation in the title.

Now, there is a girl that I really like. Let’s call her Cass. Cass and I are very similar. We both share similar interests. Reading books, discussions about philosophy etc. But we are also similar character wise. What I mean by that is that we both like to make jokes and are great at it too, etc. etc.

I am comfortable around girls. No issues with that. But I’ve been just really, really, shy around her. To the point where I straight up leave the room if I see her. For a person such as myself, this is a pretty odd behavior. Because I give zero crap about what other people think of me.

So instead of endlessly questioning myself, I decided to use this as an opportunity to think.

Why do we humans do this? Cass is perfectly capable of getting along and understanding me. So why am I nervous around her? Is it because I sub-conciously put Cass on a pedestal? Even though it’s kind of illogical considering she’s a very pick-me girl with mental issues? (For clarification, I did not mean these parts of her character when I said that we were similar. But who’s to say I’m perfect?)

This has been bugging for a while. Low self-esteem? I have plenty of it. Fear of being judged? Might be if I really am putting her on a pedestal.

So… what’s your opinion? I might make a post about her situation one day. Because she’s certainly an interesting person. It’s interesting how depression can destroy someone.

  • VaultBoyNewVegas@lemmy.world
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    8 months ago

    Ehh. I worked retail both at stocking and tills and honestly you shouldn’t worry about it, I’d forget customers almost right away especially because the queue builds up and my thoughts were “oh, fuck I hope I’m not taking to long scanning. I hope I’ve scanned it right. I hate counting change. I hope I’ve given the right change. Shit I haven’t now I need a manager to come over so the till can be opened so I can give a fucking 10p.”

    As you can see I hated working tills.