Future

The wif doesn’t seem super positive about me being a teacher. Probably because it takes social skills.
I was totally writing this while getting drinks somewhere. Or ice cream. Frozen custard for the pedantic people who don’t read this.
It’s been a couple days and went to write differing and saw this was still open. She might be right. Or not.
I have a problem with people, and when I say problem, I’m really saying they scare the fuck out of me. As coping methods I do things like listen to music with headphones, even if I have no music device at the time. I really have put in headphones with nothing playing, because I either didn’t have a music device, or because of healthy paranoia I wanted to stay aware of my surroundings. I’ll act distracted. In my youth I was reading the predecessor to Dave Barry and his redneck comedy books. One of the stories that always dick with me is how to look wise. All you have to do is look alternately amused and thoughtful. Skip everything else in between, just alternate those two. I do this still. It’s a lot easier pretending I live in everyone else’s world if I pretend I don’t. I maintain a healthy sounding reality of anecdotes that are just far off enough that no one ever questions their veracity nor the indicative of my psyche. At times in public, I’ll try to exert psychic powers of compulsion on strangers to see if I actually do have that ability. On the other side of the coin, I also actively ignore the shot in the works I don’t have the ability to deal with. Not the “I have a headache” temporary challenge, but the forever “I got nothing” level. I nod and smile to friendly pan handlers. I see them and acknowledge their genetic humanity, but their reality will never actually intersect my own.It’s not that I have nothing in common with them, or at least not only that, but also I have nothing they need. I have no money to help them on their way. I have no food to feed their bodies. I have no humanity to spare. I have no compassion to bring them back into the world. Hell, in my youth I regularly considered twisting out and going all hermit in the woods.
With all that being said, I ask think I could teach. I differentiate between people and persons. I also differentiate between people and unit persons. A mob isn’t people, nor is a squad, team or class. Once I get used to the individual faces on my bus route I have no problems. I’m pretty sure teaching would be relatively easy. Not that teaching is an easy profession in any way, but I think I could.
Or maybe not. Fuck if I know.