Blunt was the description used when the flatly staring humanoid form that you spoke to somehow regained the power of speech, the now only vaguely shaking figure of a person roughly stammering sentences as they pick up the shattered remains of their sense of social values.
Now you have to infuriatingly verbally placate the numbed entity barely stammering some off putting argument about ‘you can’t say that’; I did… ‘that is offence’; it’s the facts… ‘why are you so anti-social’; Why are you the proof that humanity still hasn’t evolved basic intelligence…
As for your real feelings… those less than positively versed replies you keep locked screaming inside of the jail cells concrete set into the logical part of your brain remain thankfully concealed but in the even deeper concealed part of your brain you know the toxically anti-social contaminated reason for why they are best left unrevealed, which isn’t actually horrendously vile but merely that they are offensive to the ill conceived truth (and intelligence, common sense, etc etc) of the challenged masses!
Then a mere speck of time later some other person’s jaw takes the same cliff style leap downwards in response to ‘another incident’ as the gapingly open void presented is fantastically posed to welcome flying wildlife to nest in it, thankfully only a minor reaction to your act of kindness compared to the rudely loud shouts of the backward looking masses wielding pitchforks and torches that you face on a scarily common basis.
Now; the words ‘act of kindness’ and ‘you’ may not instantly trigger a variable flood of cheery reception from the masses so awfully stammering still in trying to comprehend your last (emphasising ‘unintended’) verbal assault but those with a deeper understanding of you than ‘why angry mob suppliers keep raking in the profits’ wouldn’t be so shocked.
Yes your compliments are sometimes treated with the same level of reaction as a hazmat team dealing with a nuclear leak, maybe the crooked reality bending monstrosity that is your smile scares away the creepiest of clowns holding red balloons and possible the room could be less morgue like without you in it but you are actually capable of deeper kindness, better understanding and more practical yet positive wisdom than any of the dumbly milling around humans (offence very much intended!).
How is this possible?
Because you are broken; yes folks you are a broken individual with exposure burns from emotional fires staining the tattered canvas that flies as the remnant flag of your now past noun referred to humanity, and no that’s not an insult but a compliment… honestly it is!
Without the fluffy rounded edges so annoyingly engrained into the insultingly ignorant masses you cut to the heart of matters with the efficiency of a cat attacking an open tuna can, that shocking event immobilizing the dimly staring horde, that you over casually refer to as ‘just another crap storm’ fails even to illicit a feigned air of surprise as you wade into the mess as a nurse unemotionally treats a gushing wound.
The fact you coolly used the words “You look a mess, anxiety episode or just a plain panic attack?” then you say to the still dumbly frozen flock of bodies you are seemingly swarmed by “let’s get you away from the idiots and put you back into a functional state, you can’t cock up everyone’s day forever” to which the horde gasped… the person you’re helping however; they smiled.
Like the gruffly posed old man/women in the American movie that no one likes, but ends up helping out in the most unexpected way; you are, can be and will be a good person in abundance to friends, family and trusted co-workers and even stretch that hand to the undeserving detractors circling in vulture like fashion.
Are you a social butterfly stretching its wings in mesmerising patterns, wowing the masses with dazzling social pyrotechnics to amaze Elton John’s wardrobe director? No
Are you going to excel with equally mesmerising form in the arts of positive projection and the finely attuned societal manipulations others deftly manoeuvre, without losing a leg to the minefield of faffy emotional awareness? The distinct limp and red stuff staining your career hopes answers that!
Do you really care? NO!!
But can you be a good a person? Yes
Are you equipped for an honest relationship with a like minded or accepting soul? Yes
Do your friends and family still like you? Yes
So should you care if an anti venom kit is a basic requirement when conversing with/interacting with/been near overly common idiots (for their sake)?! Fuck No