"Everybody is hitting on you with pejorative questions" -Social Pattern.
Hello guys.
I don't know what happens sometimes or how we call this kind of social behaviour.
You are sitting with a group of people, lets say colleagues at work. Somebody starts a joke with you, you are not in the mood but you try to return the joke just not to seem too moody and "rude". For example today I was looking for something in my personal leather bag and somebody joked with me like this: "I am wondering what you are always carrying in that bag:". I replied: "Mostly personal staf". Then she provoked me like...."What staf? Come on show us what a man you are!". I tried to return her joke by saying: "What do you want? To show you my CONDOMS?"
By that time many colleagues started asking me funny questions that I was not in the mood to answer. Like, "How many bottles of wine have you drug, before you come here", it was like hitting at me, I joked once, but I was not in the mood to confront their stupid personal jokes. They were too many, and I started taking it a bit personally.
I know, many people are unconcious and any time with them is a waste of time. I am funny, but I hate when somebody takes advantage of it. I like jokes, and funny things, and teases that are not personal. Sometimes I feel people, trying to push my buttons and take me to the limits.
Ah. Ok I should be careful of unconcious behaviour. People want you to be as sad as them. So sometimes is good, to be selective with who you deal with on a friendly level and who you need to keep at distant -(at least emotionally). When somebody (from outside your friend zone) makes a personal/ indiscreet remark to you of the type: "What is it, in your bag?" You kindly and assertively reply, "This is not your business"..... (not food for laughter)
Yes people are unconsious, and they need to feed their egos! You need to know how to protect yourself from them.
Have you experienced that before? How was that?
Thanks for sharing your views.
Alex
Last edited by Alex2007; 04-10-2008 at 06:26 PM.
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