So I’m out walking during lunch and one of the guys from my department passes by and asks how I’m doing. Now, he knows (some of) the struggles I’m going through, I give him a slightly-accurate answer: “Managing. Each day is a struggle, but it’s another day.” which is close enough to truth. Couldn’t be a dozen steps later and one of the happy-always-smiling-always-cheerful types walks by – asks me also how I’m doing. My response? “Doin’ great. How are you?” And she answers as we pass and that’s the end of it. Or so I think.
I glance back for whatever reason (still don’t know for sure why) and catch the look I’m getting from the first guy which is somewhat disbelieving – incredulous… So what just happened? Obviously the answer I gave him is no where near the answer I gave the second person who asked. And now the issue (at least in my brain) is – why?
Should be obvious, right? The one who asks who really has an interest gets a truer answer than the person who asks because it’s polite to ask. But is that really it? Or is it deeper? The answer I give a man is different than the answer I give a woman … UGH – I hate personal insights.
Truth is, typically – I am much less open, much more untrusting when it comes to conversation with a woman. Yes, we can trace a lot of that back to my older sisters when I was little … and my mother for that matter … Interestingly, in a social gathering, it’s more likely I will be talking to two or three women than two or three men. Of course, I’m more guarded, so much less “me” – and in that respect, much more casual and appearing relaxed around women.
Again – I truly hate introspection because it inevitably brings about person growth, and growth HURTS.
so how am I? Really?
If I were doin’ any better I’d be triplets.