Socialized

I was getting a haircut. ” so, what’s it going to be?” said the barber. ” its going to be a three at the sides and back, nice and short on the top, spiked,tossed, more tossed than spiked, gel, to about this length” I said whilst grabbing a strand of hair to show the length I wanted. There was what I deduced was a socially awkward middleaged man in the next chair beside me. There are subtle differences between a man and a boy. One difference being the ability to socialize comfortably. If one does not become highly socialized one will end up like this person beside me. His socially awkward energy was affecting the entire barbershop, ” That your car outside, the prius?” I said to my barber. ” Yeah” said the barber. ” I had one, it got nicked, no immobolizer” I said. ” It got nicked?” said the barber who was cutting the hair of the socially awkward guy beside me and was only too happy to join in the conversation. ” yeah, the prius is a good car, but too easy to rob”  I said.” My insurance said that last time I got renewed” said my barber and the conversation between the three of us continued naturally with the socially awkward guy excluded. There was a time up until about the age of 28 that the word and act of socializing terrified me. I simply had not suffered enough. Once I truly started suffering I just didn’t give a fuck and went from being socially awkward like our friend in the chair beside me to highly socialized. It was that simple. I lost count of the number of times I was out with a chick, it could have been getting a carvery of a Sunday afternoon, I would strike up a conversation with a fellow customer and her reaction was always the same namely” You’re so confident”  and then she would start playing footsie under the table.