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If I would for one moment cease to think with my head and try to keep a mental image of all possible outcomes of social situations, I would deteriorate. I smile all the time, but what people only suspect but cannot know is that smiling is what I am doing when I am gripped by terror and anxiety. I have zero intuition, apart from that the others are the enemy. When I seem spontaneous and outgoing, I am in reality no more genuine than a circus bear performing a dance. My true self would be a brain with one eye and tentacles, craving for dominion over a reality which I fear and therefore must control even though I know I would probably loathe that even more than my current state of powerlessness.
That is one of the reasons why female warning bells ring in my presence. Despite that I am capable of holding courteous conversations with females and are even approached by them for advice regarding professional activities and relationships, deep down they sense the craving abyss and the inhuman darkness which is there in place of a soul.
Social coaches, Pick Up Artists and others claiming that all one needs is to be better in tune with one's caveman instincts are just extrapolating themselves on other human beings.
