We should be friends. You seem like my type of person. Haha One follow up question if you don't mind: Do you feel like you view the world/approach life (just everyday life, work, hanging out, etc) differently than non-aromantic people? Because so many interactions for allosexual/non-aromantic people are based on "will this person be my next romantic and/or sexual partner" and at times that can overshadow other pursuits. If that makes sense?
Oh yeah, definitely. I sat here for 20 minutes trying to think of a non-offensive way to say, “You people are ridiculous,” before giving up. You people are ridiculous. You know how reasons my kid is crying is hilarious because they’re overreacting to things that don’t even matter? That’s how I feel when people get upset over romantic stuff. AND I TOTALLY UNDERSTAND WHAT AN ASSHOLE THAT MAKES ME. I get that romance is super important to some people. But I’ve just got some kind of empathy block or something because it’s so irrelevant and uninteresting to me. Like, I respect how much it means to some people, but it’s the same way I respect how much football means to some people. I’m glad you enjoy the thing and hope it goes well for you, but for the love of all that’s holy please don’t talk to me about it because I’m incapable of caring beyond that.
So that’s a thing. People want to bond by talking about these “universal experiences” but they’re not universal and when you’re not allowed to laugh, they’re actually super boring. It’s as difficult to talk to people who are obsessed with romance as it is to talk to anyone with an obsession you don’t share. Also, for some reason, I seem to give off an agony aunt vibe and people want to ask me for relationship advice when they’re having problems. My advice is always, “Kill your significant other and sell their organs on the black market.” They think I’m kidding. At first. Then it gets awkward.
I think the biggest thing, though, is that I’m freed of the burden of having to give a shit about so many things. Non-aromantic people seem to have so much anxiety about romance. And as a woman, I’m always peripherally aware of, “Men don’t like this behavior or that style choice,” and, “If you’re not obsessive about your food intake, you’re going to die alone,” and all that stressful shit. “Nobody’s ever going to want to marry you if-” Awesome. Don’t marry me ever. Not marrying you is my goal in life. And pass the cake, because I don’t care if you’re attracted to me either. And if your joke’s not funny, I’m not going to laugh at it. And if you don’t like my opinion on something, who cares? I’m not trying to win you over. (I realize this isn’t exclusive to or universal among aromantic people, but not giving a shit is tied to aromanticism for me. I don’t have to make anyone like me more than everyone else on Earth to the point that they’re willing to sign a legal document attesting to that fact. Friendship is way more chill and you’ve got replacements to fill the void when you have to get rid of a lousy friend.)