This is probably why I don't do well on job interviews.
Work has hired a new head tech. She's competent, hardworking, pleasant, and has entirely unintentionally has hung a big flashing neon sign over one of my biggest character flaws: every time she asks me something about myself, even the smallest most inconsequential thing, I give an evasive or smartass answer and exit the conversation as quickly as humanly possible. Apparently I interact with the world as if I am a suspect in act two of an episode of Law & Order. -_-
They're not even really invasive questions. If anything, they're kind of... sanitized corporate getting-to-know-you! :D questions. (Which, admittedly, always makes my skin crawl a bit, which may be part of the problem.) I've been working there for quite a long time, so I'm not really worried that New Head Tech will change my bosses' opinion of me, but I dread the day she asks if I'm okay/something's wrong/do we need to have a Meeting.
I just... hate talking about myself. Part of me still expects to be made fun of if I reveal anything at all about my interests or hobbies. There are a lot of things I keep back even on the relative emotional safety of the internet. I don't want to talk about my future plans or career aspirations* to what amounts to an affable stranger with whom I am forced by circumstance to spend time. I just want to do my job and go home.
And I am still utterly, utterly baffled by the idea that she might just genuinely want to get to know me.
*This is partially because I am still very, very ashamed of my life and all of my choices. And at this point, 'I want to be a writer/artist!' sounds as laughable as 'I want to be a princess/dinosaur/Jedi/astronaut!'