The 4 Most Awkward Group Dynamics

A couple veer off to the side because that riveting story about how your Tupperware seems to be disappearing reminded some other members of the group of a much more interesting story about their incredible post-laundry sock-retention rate. So they split off, and all others quickly follow suit -- except for one. This one person is the speaker's lifeline. This person is the tiny outcropping of rock they cling to as they try not to slide down a mountainside and fall off a cliff.

As the group members mentally check out of the conversation, the speaker's eyes will dart from one person to another, looking for someone still paying attention. For a fleeting moment, they were the conversation rock star, sexually punishing everyone's brain-groupies. Now they've been demoted to playing strip mall grand openings and corporate pow-wows, hoping a tiny fraction of the attention they held just moments ago will return.

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"Hello, Sherbury Outlet Mall! Are you ready for SAVINGS?!"

In some cases, you can even see a process of elimination occur. As their social panic attack grows, they shift their focus to someone new as each previous person stops caring, then another and another, all in the hope that someone will stop making them feel like a loser. It's painful to watch -- almost as painful as ...

The sole listener is a noble yet unenviable position. Losing an entire group's attention -- especially friends -- can cripple a person's social confidence. The lone listener is taking a bullet for the good of the group. No one wants to be bummed out by the puppy-dog eyes of the person who saw their buddies abandon their words one by one. The listener doesn't want to be rude like everyone who fled the conversation, but they can't begrudge them either. The listener probably wanted to bail on that verbal train wreck too, but was too late. It's a conversational version of trying to not be the last person to yell "Not it!"

Being the lone listener is made worse if you start picking up bits of the spin-off conversations. Regardless of the topics going on over there, it's a whole world of joy and wonderment that the listener is socially obligated to ignore. They want to have a verbal party with the wild frat down the street, but they're stuck getting lectured by someone who realistically should have been rendered brain dead from their own boredom minutes ago.

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The grass is always greener on the side with beer pong and date rape.

Sometimes the group dynamic will naturally splinter off into small pockets of conversations without a speaker and listener being left alone to wither in silent agony. There can still be severe awkwardness within this amicable split, like when you're ...

You're now left to decide which team of talkers you want to align yourself with. This part can be fun. It can make you feel powerful. I imagine it's what a vastly wealthy person feels like when they clap their hands and a team of servants brings them an exquisite assortment of pies to choose from for dessert. You can be overly picky for the hell of it. That luxurious feeling ends once the decision has been made and you're faced with finding a way into the conversation.

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"Rodrigo, one more round then drown yourself in the servant drowning pool."

You can go about it by casually sliding into someone else's conversation and hoping they don't notice you hover in like a ghost longing to be among the living once more. Or, you can take the route that I've taken once or twice: Be a pathetic idiot and stand just outside of the conversation you've selected and hope someone notices you're there.

But none of it comes close to generating the same heightened level of panic as ...

Your brain loves to fill in blanks, and usually with the most vile, self-destructive shit it can conjure. Give the brain a moment where it isn't sure if someone in another conversation is talking about it, and it will fill the void with the assumption that it's being called a repugnant scumbag.

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Pictured: a huge dick.

First to arrive is the need to figure out the myriad ways you could have wronged the person who mentioned you. Maybe you pushed their mom into a pit of snakes and their way of dealing with it is talking about you behind your back? Maybe you threw their dog in a river and you're only just remembering it now? They could just be referencing an experience they shared with you, but that's too logical for the socially self-conscious brain to process.

In these moments, my brain will never assume the people talking about me are using me as an example of a really cool dude who recycles and never eats with his elbows on the table. It's never: "Blah, blah, blah, and he has the calf strength of four lions."

Or one jacked hamster.

That's the curse of finding social interaction difficult. Ultimately, no one's going to give even the tiniest morsel of a shit what you do or how you do it, or even that you did it at all. Yet, whenever something like anything I've mentioned occurs, the crew members that control my brain will place their hats over their hearts and sing the national anthem -- they've lost hope. Might as well go down with pride.

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