…but I love people, and honestly some more than others. One person in particular…well, that’s a whole other post. We’ve had some great times together. Anyways, she use to text me for spontaneous hangs. One of days when she texted me, I knew we were going to spend the entire day together. She always seemed to know when I didn’t have anything planned. We’ve had epic hangs and this day was one of them 😀
I scooped her up and she had a few errands to run. I was more than happy to taxi her around. After a couple of hours, we wind up at Whole Foods, shop a little, do a flight of wine, shop some more, another flight and then head back to her apartment.
I cook up whatever it was we bought and end the evening with drinks and Netflix. I typical evening for us 😀
She calls me a people person. Actually she’s called me a lot of things 😛 Another nick name she’s called me is the master of the moment, a nick name which I totally OWN! But a people person?, me thinks, not so much.
Earlier in that day we had stopped by her optometrist. While she got her exam, I had the briefest of conversations with a woman who was in the waiting area.
This optometrist’s office was uber swanky and had a coffee bar, free, with cookies and other treats too! I fix me up a cup and get a treat and settle into a very nice waiting area. After I sit, it is then that I notice nearby a little boy going up and down a series of 5 or 6 steps, over and over.
I hear him saying “all by myself, all by myself” as he goes up and down the stairs. He’s between 2 and 3 years old and his mom is standing close by and has her back to me while she watches him. I move to get a closer look as this was just the most adorable of moments. After a few moments she notices me and excuses herself and moves to get her child “out of my way.”
I stop her and tell her I am not going anywhere, just enjoying the cuteness that is happening. She smiles. I tell her if I was him I would be doing the exact same thing. I loved stairs as a child.
My father’s mother had a house with a beautiful staircase that stood just beyond the foyer. My cousins and I played on those stairs for hours. She stares at me for a moment after I shared that brief memory and her face lights up.
She had a grandmother also with a house and a staircase. Her grandmother hung wind chimes and other “toys” to the rails that the children could play with going up and down the stairs, which she said they did with great regularity.
She pauses for a moment and stares off into space. She then turned to me and with warmth and sincerity, thanks me for giving her that memory. My friend emerges from an office, I thanked the woman back, and off my friend and I went.
Telling my friend that same story right after it happened I said, that was an excellent example of how I am not a people person. I am like a well supplied classroom, or a well designed stage. I create a space for people to be their best.
I am not so much interested in experiencing the person. I am interested in the person having their own experience. I know this is something of an exercise in semantics but work with me here.
It’s like when I am working with students. I am not really seeing them as I give information. I do see their body language and I will respond to that because I expect the information I am giving to have a certain effect and if it doesn’t then I need to figure out why, and fix it fast.
Again, it is for them to experience something for themselves.
As I think about and read these words, it’s getting harder to argue against the whole “people person” label 😦
I love the Ray time and that I find it humorous that God has “blessed” me with a personality that is people oriented, but my free will desires nothing more than me time 😀
Thank you very much readers. 😀