I don't have secrets and don't really care who knows what about me. I care about what they'll do with the information, but also have an impulse problem when it comes to being social. I also don't consider anything personal and have to keep reminding myself that other people do.
I spent high school in and out of psych wards and on anti-psychotics and anti-depressants. I think spending so much a crucial part of my brain's development in places where people are open about serious stuff twisted the way I socialize because that became my normal while everyone else was learning normal normal social behaviour. It is currently still very difficult to try to act normal around people and I don't like it. Then again, I was a weird kid too, but that was because I liked fantasy and Shakespeare and stuff.
I have little to no patience for small talk and only engage it in out of politeness or because I don't know what to say.
I'm currently have feelings for an emotionally unstable, straight guy who would probably be very uncomfortable if he found out. This has brought back some of the issues I've struggled with before.
I not so secretly like it. Partially because, destructive and hurtful as it is, it does disguise itself as joy, but also for the same reason I don't like it: it is making me more unstable than usual and wreaking havoc with my mind. I wonder what it says about me that I love chaos even when it is causing me pain. I wonder if I naturally gravitate towards loving chaos or if it's kind of like stockholm syndrome. Or something. I'm probably not making sense.
I am almost completely incapable of caring about people and, quite obviously, I don't react well to caring about people. It doesn't change my behaviour since I like brains, puzzles, and people (they're interesting) and, quite honestly, it's best for other people if I don't care about them since, as mentioned above, caring about people tends to freak me and make me more unstable than usual.
I vary between thinking people would be put out if they find out I don't (can't) care about them and thinking they wouldn't want someone like me to care about them.
I wish I could be myself and hang trying to follow normal, social rules.