Intent

One of the books Iโ€™m reading is Semiosis by Sue Burke. I like it pretty well. She has a decent grasp of systems and sociology, which goes a long way with me.

Thereโ€™s a character in the book not much like me in most ways, but I still identify with him quite a bit. The reason is that not much in the human sphere comes naturally to him, but he still tries to be decent. This quote from him is also emblematic of how I often feel: โ€œIโ€™m not naturally kind. Iโ€™m intentionally kind. I have to figure out what to do, I donโ€™t do it automatically.โ€

For that reason, like me, heโ€™s often misread by people. I donโ€™t know how to react normally to much. In many ways, my reactions are all an elaborate act. When I am alone, were you to film me, I would probably seem much like a robot. Recently, I donโ€™t remember exactly what I was talking about, but itโ€™s common so it couldโ€™ve been anything. Anyway, I was talking to my partner and I mentioned that one of the many reasons I liked being around her was that I didnโ€™t have to pretend to be startled by or afraid of things to have some semblance of normal reactions to events. Itโ€™s a real relief.

Itโ€™s not that I donโ€™t have any emotions, itโ€™s just that they donโ€™t impinge much on my consciousness. I think I was largely naturally this way to a great extent, but that being bullied and beat on as a kid solidified it.

Regardless, itโ€™s great having a partner where I donโ€™t have to pretend to react to things to seem normal. That gets very tiring.