As I'm not sure it's happening, I'm not sure where it's happening. Presumably everywhere. This is the pane of your Johari Window (as I recall?) forever dark to you. I get hints now and then that I might be overbearing or rambly or hitting false notes, but it's all ambiguous. I feel guilty at being self-concerned enough to even talk about this; but it has its altruistic aspect too. "World, help me service your needs better by telling me what I'm doing wrong. Very, very delicately though, please."
My fiancee's having similar friend problems. There's a Hazlitt essay addressing this that I'll post some excerpts from presently. She says it's uncannily accurate.
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My fiancee's having similar friend problems. There's a Hazlitt essay addressing this that I'll post some excerpts from presently. She says it's uncannily accurate.