I’m not used to girls, or familiar with their customs. I feel awkward around them, I don’t know what to say. I know the unspoken rules of boys, but with girls I sense that I am always on the verge of some unforeseen, calamitous blunder.
Interpretation
The quote expresses the speaker's feelings of discomfort and insecurity in interacting with girls due to unfamiliarity with their social norms.
Margaret Atwood's quote reveals the challenges and anxieties that can arise in social interactions, particularly between genders. The speaker feels out of place and apprehensive when engaging with girls, highlighting a contrast between learned social behaviors among boys and the uncharted territory of female interactions. This reflects broader themes of vulnerability and the fear of making mistakes in social contexts where one feels inexperienced.
In practice
This quote can be used in a discussion about gender differences in socialization skills.
If I am good enough and quiet enough, perhaps after all they will let me go; but it’s not easy being quiet and good, it’s like hanging on to the edge of a bridge when you’ve already fallen over; you don’t seem to be moving, just dangling there, and yet it is taking all your strength.
I would like to believe this is a story I’m telling. I need to believe it. I must believe it. Those who can believe that such stories are only stories have a better chance. If it’s a story I’m telling, then I have control over the ending. Then there will be an ending, to the story, and real life will come after it. I can pick up where I left off.
What else can I do? Once you've gone this far you aren't fit for anything else. Something happens to your mind. You're overqualified, overspecialized, and everybody knows it. Nobody in any other game would be crazy enough to hire me. I wouldn't even make a good ditch-digger, I'd start tearing apart the sewer-system, trying to pick-axe and unearth all those chthonic symbols - pipes, valves, cloacal conduits... No, no. I'll have to be a slave in the paper-mines for all time.
We love each other, that’s true whatever it means, but we aren’t good at it; for some it’s a talent, for others only an addiction.
I've learned quite a lot, over the years, by avoiding what I was supposed to be learning.
Knowing too much about other people puts you in their power, they have a claim on you, you are forced to understand their reasons for doing things and then you are weakened.
If you can find your footing between two cultures, sometimes you can have the best of both worlds.
You married me...but you didn't marry what you could make out of me.
I think I’ve developed this pattern of running away when it comes time to fall in love and stay in a relationship.
I've always had this feeling wherever I go. Of not feeling fully part of things, not fully accepted, not fully inside of something.
Men strengthen each other in their faults. Those who are alike associate together, repeat the things which all believe, defend and stimulate their common faults of disposition, and each one receives from the others a reflection of his own egotism.
Mr. Thornton felt that in this influx no one was speaking to Margaret, and was restless under this apparent neglect. But he never went near her himself; he did not look at her. Only, he knew what she was doing — or not doing — better than anyone else in the room. Margaret was so unconscious of herself, and so much amused by watching other people, that she never thought whether she was left unnoticed or not.
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