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Hum indeed interresting post and it's funny the coincidence because prior to this post I was unable to describe it so I am glad that someone has brought it up. Thank you thread starter.
My mental frustration has two sides.
1)When I am in a social gathering and being unable to join the "Gang" conversation and feeling like I am being tossed aside because I have no friggin clue what the hell they are talking about
2)When I feel like I am a human pinata and being unable to defend myself because I don't seem to have the "required" status to be heard.
For the first The small talks are indeed cumbersome. I mean there they are talking about X-Box and video games, trips to places, food they ate etc etc etc. and you feel like gosh i got nothing to contribute. Euh ok! I wait carefully for an opportunity to jump in, any window which will allow me to just send a small signal to tell everybody like "Hello, I'm over here guys/girls. I am with you please addresse one word to me, make me feel like I am not just a ghost". What's so amazing about this is that they all seem to be very knowlegeable right to the smallest detail. Like the history of an actor, what she dresses what she reads how many times she goes to the bathroom a day and I'm there wondering like where the hell did they find time to know all of this? Of course come to the deep stuff like social issues, political. they know squat and they are not interrested because no body listens.
The latter is mainly because of my background. I come from a very violent place and I must admit violence is part of my culture, sorry but it is not my mistake i was raised in it. Back home if two people do not agree with each other they simply fight, which is not neccessary good, but at least the frustration is settled for at least a small period of time or untill the next argument. However coming to canada changed to formula. Over here violence is not an option so I had to learn to debate instead. But when debating leads me nowhere and i find myself trying too hard to convince people but the only two things I get either rejection or disrepect. The frustration cycle continues.
These were my 2 cents.
My mental frustration has two sides.
1)When I am in a social gathering and being unable to join the "Gang" conversation and feeling like I am being tossed aside because I have no friggin clue what the hell they are talking about
2)When I feel like I am a human pinata and being unable to defend myself because I don't seem to have the "required" status to be heard.
For the first The small talks are indeed cumbersome. I mean there they are talking about X-Box and video games, trips to places, food they ate etc etc etc. and you feel like gosh i got nothing to contribute. Euh ok! I wait carefully for an opportunity to jump in, any window which will allow me to just send a small signal to tell everybody like "Hello, I'm over here guys/girls. I am with you please addresse one word to me, make me feel like I am not just a ghost". What's so amazing about this is that they all seem to be very knowlegeable right to the smallest detail. Like the history of an actor, what she dresses what she reads how many times she goes to the bathroom a day and I'm there wondering like where the hell did they find time to know all of this? Of course come to the deep stuff like social issues, political. they know squat and they are not interrested because no body listens.
The latter is mainly because of my background. I come from a very violent place and I must admit violence is part of my culture, sorry but it is not my mistake i was raised in it. Back home if two people do not agree with each other they simply fight, which is not neccessary good, but at least the frustration is settled for at least a small period of time or untill the next argument. However coming to canada changed to formula. Over here violence is not an option so I had to learn to debate instead. But when debating leads me nowhere and i find myself trying too hard to convince people but the only two things I get either rejection or disrepect. The frustration cycle continues.
These were my 2 cents.