Representatives of this type are used to being alone. Since childhood. And they are not always worried about this: after all, with themselves, for the most part, it is more interesting than with this creepy noisy tribe of classmates. Probably, “strangeness” in the sense of “being on the sidelines” is about them. Their inner world seems to them much richer and more colorful than the surrounding. It’s like a disco in a bathyscaphe at the bottom of the Mariana Trench. Or a highly intellectual social event in a tent in the middle of the winter Mongolian steppe. Neither for beer without a spacesuit, nor to the toilet without a fur coat and a caramultuk. Multiple layers of virtual armor somewhat complicate mutual understanding with others: try to put on a pair of condoms for the WHOLE BODY and indulge in mutual caresses in order to preserve bodily and mental sterility — you can miss some subtleties that are very important for merging in ecstasy. Hence, some dissonance in his attitude to the surrounding events is like an attempt to give in the eye to his own brother (such a rude, soulless beast), who crushed, going to the toilet at night, an affectionately adored and completely harmless scorpion named Fluffy (defenseless, lonely, suffering from an excess of poison and the absence of a fighting girlfriend being), who escaped from the terrarium. So what if Fluffy was the first to sting this bastard — he considered the toilet his new territory and valiantly guarded it! Wood and glass, mimosa and block — add to the list of associations to taste.
Speaking of scorpions. The hobbies of schizoids are often quite peculiar. If the language is rare or dead, Sanskrit or the dialect of half-extinct, half-feral African cannibals, not otherwise than to discuss the details of the diet. If you collect— then some tricky stuff, like dried excrement of tropical reptiles. This includes magic, occultism, rituals of summoning otherworldly entities (purely to communicate). If the sport is a single one and preferably without competition. The ideal athlete is Fedor Konyukhov. The ideal pet is some completely non-domestic exotic creature with a bonus in the form of venom or at least malignity.
A trained eye will easily determine the appearance of a schizoid, it’s worth talking to him a little or watching from the side. It’s like a mosaic with missing elements: a smile without the gaiety of the eyes and the warmth of the soul in the voice, an attentive look without personal involvement, speech with a muted emotional register, this is a mirror of the eyes, beyond which it is impossible to look, like a toast that sounds like it is not from the congratulator.
When taking such a companion on a joint tour of life, remember that he loves you and will love you even when you completely doubt it: he just isn’t always able to show it with all the warmth, staying somewhere in the high orbit of his thoughts.
As an employee, he is absolutely invaluable for his knowledge and skills, while absolutely unbearable due to isolation and detached coldness with a touch of bewilderment: What am I doing here, who are all these people? It will constantly unnerve the boss, tormenting him with vague suspicions of catastrophic intellectual inequality.
And one more trait that is not inherent in all schizoids, but is found among them. It’s paranoid. A characteristic motto: “If you are paranoid, it does not mean that THEY are not chasing you.” Conspiracy theories, holy faith in the omnipresence and omnipotence of the special services, suspicion of others, even the brightest thoughts and deeds, a cunning squint: why did you ask me about this? Analysis of conversations at work, nothing superfluous on the phone, especially tricky passwords on the Internet, checking and rechecking the truth of what the other half said. They become excellent scouts and security officers, if the same paranoia allows.