The Difference Between ‘Standoffish’ and ‘Reserved’

Even though I’ve never visited New York for more than a week, much less lived there, I keep being told, “You belong in New York.” (Note: I also apparently belong in Canterbury, London, Denver, Ohio, and Madison, WI, so I’m taking that with a grain of salt.) Of course, there’s a large body of evidence for that statement. For example: I like baseball, and NYC has, I’m told, a couple of baseball teams. I’m a liberal, and, if you didn’t know, Nashville is at best moderate. And, apparently, I’m standoffish.

Now, this last one I have to take issue with. There’s a big difference between standoffish and what I am.

I was looking for 'standoffish' but found this terrifying picture instead.

I call myself reserved. Outside of the office, school, or when I’m with family and friends, I’d rather not give my life story to everyone I meet. To put it another way, when I’m walking my dog in the morning and evening, listening to music with headphones on and blaring, I don’t want to stop for a conversation. This, apparently, makes me a jerk.

See, for those of you who don’t live in the South, day-to-day interactions down here take the form of loud conversation for ten, fifteen minutes and then, after that, arriving at the point of the conversation.

Background: Southern Hospitality; Foreground: Me

Which, you know, is all well and good if I know you well and we’re out for some drinks. However, if I’m out doing something, and you stop me in my tracks by saying, “Hey, can I ask you a favor?” and then proceed to ask about my mother, my dog, brother, writing, music interests, last time I had a fever, then we have issues. It’s not that I don’t want to talk to you (though I might not), it’s that I’d rather get the favor out of the way first. The way I see it, we’re both mature enough that we can talk to each other on a level that doesn’t require fifteen minutes of shooting the shit before getting to the point.

And that’s why I apparently belong in New York (or London, for that matter): I’ve got a lot on my mind (note that I didn’t say it was important) and I like to use the time I spend walking around from point A to point B figuring it out.

What's usually going through my head.

Now, our hypothetical conversation wouldn’t be a problem if we were discussing something I’m interested in, but my interests are such that anyone who’s not a writer or an academic would think of them as uninteresting. They belong in places where football and church are subjects that are met with nothing but scorn.

Places like this.

Once, I was in a class at UT. The professor had moved down from the Northeast and she spent a good portion of one of the first classes talking about the differences between her home and the South. And, guess what, this talkiness came up pretty much off the bat. Look: It’s not a bad thing, it’s just an annoying thing. If, for example, I am a tenant in an apartment complex and you are the landlord. A pipe has burst in my apartment for the nth time, sending disgusting water everywhere. I, justifiably, am livid. It takes a while to work up a good rage and then pair it with a list of grievances throughout an entire tenancy, so when I storm down to the office to have at you with such a tirade you’ve never heard, only to have it derailed by your infuriating friendliness, that’s not Southern Hospitality, that’s a douchebag thing to do. Defenders of the Ways of the South, you can make excuses all you want, but what it all boils down to is you’re afraid of some good old fashioned American confrontation.

(That right there brings up an interesting point, as a lot of the Christians and Republicans here in the South are happy to engage you in heated arguments about religion and politics, but the second it goes from that to anything else, everything is sunshine and gumdrops again. It’s insane. And, by association, anyone who can flip the rage switch off that quickly is insane.)

But let’s back up for a minute, as I’m sure I’ve gone and infuriated a few people by stating that opinion in conjunction with Republicans and Christians. Essentially, what I want is for people to stop coming up to me at random and starting conversations. If I’m in a setting where I’m going to see you more than one or two times a week – even if that means I’m going to the same coffee shop multiple times a week and you’re the barista – that’s fine. That’s kosher. But if you come up to me outside there, neighbor, and I’ve got my headphones on, you’re not drawing me into the fold. You’re not making me a part of the neighborhood. You’re making my blood pressure rise as I’m trying to jerk my extremely friendly dog away from you so I can continue on my way without having to talk about how hot it is even though it’s October.

Basically: Not everyone’s automatically your friend. To Southerners, that makes me standoffish. To everyone else, I hope, that makes me reserved. If you want to talk about books, have an intelligent debate about religion (not limited to “I believe and you should too”), or talk about how much the Astros suck this year, then we can go to the next level. Unless we have business to take care off. Let’s take care of that first, shall we?

Image sources: Here, here, here, and here.

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3 thoughts on “The Difference Between ‘Standoffish’ and ‘Reserved’

  1. I get this too, and I understand. I think, honestly, you belong in a city. I’m not going to name a single location, just generalise it to ‘a city’. I’m told by my girlfriend, Kentucky born, that I’m too unfriendly to people too, and it’s because I’m ‘rude’. And if that means I have respect for someone’s private time, personal space and the fact that they probably have something to be doing – even if it’s Staring At A Wall While Waiting For Time To Pass – then I don’t see the problem. Hell, I live in a town where any interest past a cursory glance and base acknowledgement of someone’s existence will be responded to with “What the FUCK are you LOOKING AT?!” and, possibly, a knife wound. Being friendly to strangers is not so great.

  2. That all sounded so jaded to me. I don’t think I could ever be happy with such a negative outlook on friendliness. Sounds selfish like its all about you and like it all about being self centered. Which is what the world has become. Someone being nice to me and making small talk takes my day from mundane to interesting.

  3. With the rise of HOA and CDD communities, you can be potentially setting yourself up for dealing with leave’ it to beaver’ families. Unfortunately, you will probably be quickly denied if you wanted to barricade your house with bushes, trees, and etc… The HOA dictatorship will dictate to you what you can do on your property so you need to be creative. The goal would be to put something all along the front and parts of the side to keep that nosy neighbor and her dog off your property and furthermore even looking at my property. These people are the gossipers of the neighborhood and need to mind their own business. I really don’t give a fuck what my neighbors think and they get the point. I don’t care about your life, problems, and especially your children. Take that lame small talk up the street. Bottom line, set the tone early with neighbors otherwise they’ll think it’s ok to just show up at your front or even back door. If you worried about what everyone else thinks you’ll drive yourself crazy. So the next time you see your neighbor , don’t hide, just simply keeping walking and after a few times of you not responding they’ll get the point or you can also speak in a foreign language only so that there is no conversation to be had. This seems to work the best if you can pull it off because if we don’t speak the same language… we can’t talk =}

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