God, I hate going to the airport. Every single fucking time I'm at the airport I screw up socially somehow. This time the luggage guy asked a question and I thought he was making a statement so I simply stared at him. One passenger let me go ahead of him and I looked at him and said thanks. He thought I was angry or pissed off somehow and made some remark. God, I hate dealing with people, but in some ways, it's a type of litmus test to see how I'm progressing. Dealing with people at UCSD can be ingrained, programmed by familiarity, but people outside is completely random. Guess I'll have to work on it.
On another note, I believe the INTJ vibe/death glare is actually the mode we go into when we're super focused on a certain objective. We become super concentrated on it and feelings, emotions, and all that "human" stuff gets left behind.
Note to self: Smile when saying goodbye. Don't be so caught up in something.
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