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teen-age years again.
I was always a bit of a bookworm, but elementary school was all right, because there were a lot of other bookish kids. Going to extended family gatherings was always boring and stressful, though, because I was stuck between generations. There was a huge group of first cousins in my mother's generation and a huge group of second cousins in my generation, but they were all at least ten years younger than I. Some of the older relatives would scold me for sitting and reading while everyone else was socializing, but the fact was that neither the older group nor the younger group really wanted me.
Life deteriorated sharply when I was in seventh grade. We moved from a quiet college town, where there were plenty of intellectually-oriented kids, to an exurb full of kids straight out of "Heathers." My social standing was about one notch above that of the retarded students, and it didn't help at all that my mother and grandmother were excessively strict, out of fear that I would end up as a teenage mother. (Since boys noticed me only to make fun of me, I am mystified as to how they thought this would happen.) My father was a workaholic who came home mostly to eat and sleep.
I couldn't take the bus downtown with other girls, I couldn't go to parties that took place at night, and I couldn't choose my own clothes. I never was a teenage "phone-aholic," because there was no one to talk to. I ate lunch with the same group every day, and they were fine at lunch, but no one ever invited me to parties or anything.
I didn't date until I was in college, and while I probably could have stood going to a more intellectually-oriented college, the small, church-related college that I actually attended was the ideal social situation for me, full of students who had mostly been raised slightly less strictly than I had, as well as faculty members who were always willing to act as substitute parents. This supportive atmosphere helped me rebel against the stifling rules and micromanagement of my personal life that prevailed at home.
I purposely went to the East Coast to graduate school, and that was part of my liberation. I can now pass for a "normal" person.
However, I still am not comfortable phoning people just to talk, and I have to know people very well before I'll make a suggestion about socializing. I hate walking into a large gathering of strangers--it's too much input at once, so I never liked the zoo-like parties that prevail at the typical college. I'd much rather join small gatherings of six or eight people.
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