I surround myself with gabsters. My friends like to talk… a lot. I love that about them! I get to relax, listen and wade into the conversation when and if I want to. It is wonderfully freeing to sit silently after a long day at work where I am required to talk and talk and talk. Talking is part of my job, whether phone calls, face to face conversations or emails, all day long I respond to questions and concerns. By night, I am all talked out.
Occasionally I am required to attend events with people who do not realize that I don’t want to talk. In fact, they think they are doing me a favor by asking questions about my life.
- “How are your kids?”
- “How is your job?”
- “When are you going to retire?”
- “What do you think about blah, blah, blah?”
To me, this feels like a pop quiz. I don’t feel prepared for the barrage of questions and I am certainly not enjoying them.
So… as a dutiful student of life, I practice before these social events. My husband asks me questions and I try to deflect them.
Husband: “How are your kids?”
Me: “Fine, and how is your family?”
Husband: “How is your job?”
Me: “Great, and how is your job?”
Husband: “What do you think about blah, blah, blah?”
Me: “I’d love to hear your opinion.”
This works well for me. But then, one day, someone was on to my avoidance strategy.
Someone: “How is your family?”
Me: “Great, how is yours?”
Someone: “No, I want to talk about you. Really, how is your family?”
Hmmmm. I wasn’t prepared for that. So, I ended up talking about my family. But, I didn’t want to. My family is doing great but really, is it any of this ‘someone’s’ business? I do not think so. You see, right or wrong, I believe this person views me as significantly less than perfect and I’d rather not talk with them about my family or anything personal.
Last night, I had a dream. I dreamt I responded to this person’s pop quiz with honesty and boldness. The dream started out as a rerun of reality.
Someone: “How is your family?”
Me: “Great, how is yours?”
Someone: “No, I want to talk about you. Really, how is your family?”
Me: “Well, I’d rather have a conversation than an interrogation. I’ve never done well with pop quizzes.”
And that’s when I woke up… smiling.