I feel like I am a twin to both Steph and Connie.
I feel like I learned how to behave socially from TV and movies, and I'm really just playacting "normal social human."
I totally did this. Deliberately. I watched movies and imitated what people did and tried to understand why people reacted the way they did so I'd do it all at the right times. It really was like studying an alien culture. Or alien species, sometimes.
most of my meat friends are people I met through Hubby.
For most of my life, my meatspace friends were almost all people I met through my significant others, or co-workers. The exception was G., my BFF. Now I have three other friends I've met all on my own and I feel so proud of them, like I accomplished them.
I stick to them like glue and just occasionally have to say, "And how did you learn to do THAT?" And they talk for 25 more minutes without taking a breath.
And they think you are an excellent conversationalist!
Like most introverts, small talk baffles me. I can fake small talk, but on the inside I'm saying "So, conversation about nothing. This person actually seems interested in my random statements about local road development and how it disrupts life. Now we're talking about cars. Why?"
I've concluded that what we talk about is not what really matters to people. It's the conversation itself that's important, not its content, because the interaction is the human equivalent of grooming each other's fur. We can talk about anything at all, no matter how trivial, that's of some mutual interest and doesn't stir negative emotions, and with the right body language and eye contact (watch movies, practice in mirror) we've bonded! and the other person will think you're a friendly and nice person and will vouch for your character at the trial. I mean, will consider you a part of her community.
Humans are so difficult. No wonder the aliens are still studying us after all these years.