Dealing with Social Pariahs

How to identify a social pariah

In every school and in every workplace you will find these creatures. They appear human, but there is something distinctly wrong about them. It’s hard to place, but you notice it in the way that they walk. It’s different, it’s not dysfunctional but it lacks grace. As if they read about walking online before they tried it. They go through the same motions, but everything they do is a cheap imitation of human behaviour, a foreign knockoff.

It is perfectly acceptable to ask after someone’s plans for the weekend, but if they start getting too specific with their questions you may be in danger. Watch out for this line of questions: “Got any plans for the weekend?…oh bowling, where do you go to do that?…I know the place, what time will you be arriving?…and how long will you will stay?…yeah, I know each game doesn’t have a specific time but if you were to make an educated guess?…OK, OK, there’s no need to get angry…will you be wearing my fav- I mean, your favourite jeans?”

One of the pariah’s most obvious traits is its need to please. A pariah will fall over himself to perform favours of any kind for you. A typical conversation with a pariah might go something like this:
Me: Seen any good films lately?
Pariah: Yes, I re-watched The Dark Knight last night. It is brilliant.
Me: Oh yeah, I’ve been meaning to watch that.
Pariah: (pulling out a copy) You can watch mine.
Me: You just carry it around with you?
Pariah: I wanted to be ready in case you asked.
Me: Is this signed by Christopher Nolan?
Pariah: Yes, I bought it for £138 on ebay.
Me: Wow.
Pariah: Do you want it?

Notice in this example the act of present giving. This is another common ploy of the pariah. They believe that present giving is acceptable at all levels and a fast way to curry favour. This is not to say that gift sharing is weird, just that there are certain boundaries that we all follow, and a pariah will often reveal himself by stepping over these boundaries. For example, giving a work colleague 10p so that they have enough to get a toffee crisp from the vending machine is decent, if not encouraged. But buying a toffee crisp each day and leaving it on their keyboard in a ribbon is creepy. The only way to make this situation worse is by waiting for them to look up in gratitude so you can offer your sickly grin. A grin that says, “I only want you to love me!”

The threat they pose

Everyone wants human connection, but none more so than the social pariah. They crave it with an alarming intensity, reaching hungrily towards it like a wilted flower to sunlight. Indeed, their desire is so strong, that it is impossible for them to hide it. They wear it like an ugly mask – more unnerving than any Halloween equivalent.

Outcasts thrive on your attention; they leech off of it like life-force. The best piece of advice I can offer is to treat them like a bully. I.e. ignore them. If you see an outcast crying into his lunch, wiping away his tears with his cheese and pickle sandwiches, steer well clear. This is one of their many ploys to gain your sympathy. It is the only way they know of attracting others, trapping them into ‘friend’ status.

You see, when you become ‘friends’ with an outcast, however loose you may consider this term, you’re actually entering a relationship. The outcast will latch on to you, developing a rapid dependency multiplied by any goodwill you send their way.

How to get rid of them

Much like leeches, pariahs are sensitive to heat, and are most easily removed by extinguishing matches on their bellies. Another option is imitate their behaviour in a more frightening manor. Turn up at their house late at night and hang around till they come home. If they invite you in, refuse by saying you better be off now, and then wank on their windows.

Closing thoughts

What makes pariahs so dangerous are their abilities to tap into the kinder man’s natural sympathies for its fellow man. When an outcast presses us with it its piercing questions, despite feeling unsettled, we would rather tell vague white lies than be rude, because god forbid we should offend the freak. Perhaps we need to reassess the way we treat these social pariahs. We shouldn’t be looking on with benevolence, but instead take the opportunity to satiate our deeper, and repressed cruel instinct. They only use our compassion as a weapon against us anyway, so why not take this opportunity to dump our pent up ‘badwill’ on them?

We’ve all had days when we want to hit and scream at our loved ones, and when is that ever productive? Why not save it for those who are used to the abuse? Those that have made a life out of suffering; those who even in their own minds have thoughts only of self-deprecation. These of all people are equipped to deal with the pain of a nation. They should not be feared, but revered as a gift to soothe our ugly sides that would disgust a normal human being.

It’s a controversial theory, but what other choice to we have when to be kind to an outcast is to be cruel to yourself?