So I have been working at this place for over two years now and haven’t really made any friends. OK, it may sound pathetic if I put it that way but it is half as bad as you may think. Just that, apart from making a bunch of Facebook friends here, I don’t know anyone personally enough to say, “he/she is my friend”. I would rather introduce them as “This is my coworker” or “She works at my office”, depending on the situation.
I have not quite figured out why it is hard for me to break professional grounds and have small talk with people. Most of the time, I am aware that I have enough knowledge on random topics to be able to hold a constructive conversation with another person – or so I believe. But there is also a duplicate person inside my head with an entirely different personality, who sometimes tells me – you are going to make a fool of yourself – and stops me from doing things I enjoyed doing in the past. Like meeting new people, for instance.
For example, I know this colleague who loves Avengers. So do I! I can certainly have an easy chat about the series and discuss my theories and all that, can’t I? You know what the person in my head does – she quizzes me: What is the name of Tony Stark’s Robotic lab assistant? What is the name of Thanos’ servant and minion? What does Tony Stark use a Captain America shield for? A multitude of questions to which I don’t always have the right answers and asks me if know everything related to Avengers if I were to have a chat with him. In my defense, I tell her I need not know all the answers but at the end I give up and stay back at my desk. No, perhaps she is right, I might just look like a fool.
There are other times when we sit together at lunch and discuss random things. I am usually silent, listening to them, and I occasionally ask questions. I admire the ease with which they describe their ideas, thoughts, share their knowledge, and there are times when I have wanted to add additional information and contribute to the flow of the conversation. But in my head, she goess Are you sure of what you are about to say? Wouldn’t it be better if you just Google-ed it before saying? It is a possibility, I may have randomly read something somewhere but I could be wrong, maybe I read wrong, or maybe it is irrelevant what I have to say. So I stop.
On days when I am at my lowest, I wake up and look at my face in the mirror and see perfection. Just need to brush my teeth, fill a visible scar on my eyebrow with some makeup pencil, and wear a sweatshirt over the t-shirt and soiled jeans from a pile of dirty laundry – I am good to go. No one is going to notice you anyway. Right. Absolutely. The need for a shower, clean hair, nice perfume, Chapstick, moisturizer all seem unnecessary when I intend to stay in the shadows.
I remember this particular day when I had forgotten about a meeting and rushed to join everyone in the room. It was a small crowd and a short meeting, and once the official discussions were over, everyone proceeded to chat up. These are times when I wish if I could vanish into thin air. Times when I have no idea which side of the table I should look toward, and whose conversation I could follow and nod at. But that day, my colleagues were discussing the Oscars and naturally, I had watched most of them. I have a thing for movies and books by the way but it’s no big deal, everyone likes movies and books. Right. And they were discussing how good Manchester by the Sea is and how unfair it did not win the best movie award, and absolutely thrilled about La La Land not winning the award. No one had seen Kubo or Moonlight and a few others who saw Hacksaw Bridge for the love of Andrew Garfield liked it. They assumed Lion was most likely another Slumdog Millionaire so there was no chance it could have won the award and apologetically looked at me and said “No offense, Henna, but Dev Patel is a cliché, isn’t he?” in good humor. So, I offered my two cents and said Lion is a good movie and Dev Patel has done an exceptional job, and Moonlight is a coming-of-age movie about two African-American boys, their life over the span of several years, and addressed a wide range of social issues and explored sexuality. I hadn’t even realized I was talking and noticed some of my colleagues nodding in approval and we discussed other movies. Toward the end of the hour, a colleague said, “Wow, Henna is there any movie you haven’t watched?” and laughed. Actually, I have only seen a handful of movies…nothing noteworthy even, but that day, I had forgotten about the person in my head and spoke without thinking.
Back at my desk, I had already regressed. Did I say anything wrong? Was my English OK? Should I have phrased something better? I wish I had worn a better top and dress pants. Did anyone notice the facial hair above my lips? I should have waxed it. My hair, is it greasy today? I should have at least worn some perfume…
This is why I avoid people. Because, most of the time, I am not me. You might see me smiling, talk to me, pass me a compliment but in my head, I have a turmoil of thoughts. I am choosing my words carefully, I am having a mental battle, my heart is racing, and when you finally say, “Alright then, I will see you later!” exactly a minute after we met in the kitchen, I heave a sigh of relief as if I just got over an hour-long conversation with the boss. If someone smiles at me and says, “See me after lunch ok, I have something for you“, my mind automatically unsees the smile and filters just “see me after lunch” and “I have something for you” – what did I do? What did I do wrong yesterday? Did I miss a mail? No, I don’t usually miss emails, then what is it?
I am not sure why I am writing this down today but I have been fighting these battles in my head for so long, I don’t know if I should be concerned about it. I hate to use medical terms to justify the voices in my head, like how they say in books. They are most likely due to my lack of confidence or low self-esteem or a general lack of motivation to do things or take up responsibility. Nothing some strong pep talk cant fix – maybe with some professional, like a shrink perhaps? But it makes me wonder if I was like this always. Maybe yes. I cannot be sure.
People who know me would never associate me with being an introvert. I am quite talkative and loud. But these are only short-lived moments for me. I am quite the ambivert, perhaps or perhaps not… At a bright point in my adolescence, I was convinced liberal arts was my future and grabbed one too many degrees in communications and public relations, only to be stored away in an old dusty box, never to see daylight again. My husband liked me because he thought I would be a perfect match for his soft-spoken nature but I want to tell him sometimes I wish I didn’t have the ability to speak at all just so I could avoid people. A few weeks back a friend posted on Facebook what makes you happy and I wanted to tell him – to feel safe. I would be happy, happier if I could feel safe, if I didn’t have to feel intimidated or worried or anxious all the time, if I didn’t have to lose sleep over trivial matters or wake up thinking something is going to happen today but I don’t know what exactly. I would have been happier if I could wake up in the morning, and look at my face and see myself as flawed and take a shower and feel better and not ignore the need for it.
Anyway, so the point is, not having friends at work is actually not so bad. It does not mean I have a general dislike for people. It is just that I am more comfortable knowing I do not have to be prepared for imminent yet unpredictable conversations with nice people.