I conducted a little experiment at work today.
It is becoming increasingly clear that 90% of the conversations I have are completely one sided.
They come to my desk, instant message, around the photocopier, the sink in the kitchen, or from the stalls in the bathroom while I am washing my damn hands and chat about their day/lives/whatever is on their minds and we have a lovely conversation.
And I LOVE a good conversation.
But sometimes I wouldn’t mind a little input.
Talk about my shit for a change.
I mean YOUR shit is fascinating/unfair/hilarious and we can talk about that for aaaaaages, just maybe you can take a breath and we can talk about me for a little bit?
Anyone that has been reading here longer than five minutes would know about my strokes, would it surprise you to know that very few people I work with know about it? Not because I have been keeping it secret.
But because no one has cared enough to ask/talk about my shit.
After having a very sudden year off, on my first day back not one person asked me how I was. Sure they said it was nice I was back and then launched into talking about themselves because KELLEY THE LISTENER IS BACK HURRAY!
Sure, I don’t FORCE the issue. Maybe I don’t do friend so well anymore.
Maybe I look just too interested in everyone else. Or not that interesting myself?
I don’t know.
Anyway, my experiment.
As always, I question my feelings, convinced I am over reacting in some way. So I decided to ask everyone I interacted with today what they were up to on the weekend.
An easy, non threatening question.
And OMG the things people are up to this weekend! Exciting stuff; black tie balls, trips to the city, landscaping, weddings, dinners with friends, movie marathons and one is rather damn excited about looking for a new lawn mower.
No one asked about mine.
So the take away from this is I need to speak up. Take the initiative and TELL people my shit.
What am I doing this weekend? Thanks so much for asking. Not much, but we do have Too’s BFF’s engagement party (a tad bittersweet as we always said that Too and J would get married some day. They have been friends since they were in Prep. And no, it is not a lamenting the gay thing. She and Da Girlfriend are very happy thankyouverymuch. As is J and his fiance. ) some sneaky shopping while Boo is babysat, and probably a fucktonne of washing.
How about you?
PS. Anyone get my rather obscure picture reference?