I’ve had an odd week. My underlying character has been revealed to me very gently in three different circumstances.
1. A friend posted a class photo from Grade 1 which prompted various memories. One friend remarked that she remembered when I told her that Santa wasn’t real. Apparently I was that kid.
2. A male friend of mine dropped by to tell me that he and a female friend of mine have begun dating. I then had a conversation with the female friend wishing them well. A few days later the female friend was talking about how various people had responded. Apparently I was only one who said ‘Good luck!’ which had the effect of pulling her slightly back down to reality. Apparently I am that friend.
3. I had a most enjoyable evening a good friend and some people I have known a little, but who I hope will become friends. The husband remarked that if he had a band-aid that needed to be removed quickly he wouldn’t come to me. This after watching my banter with my friend. Apparently I am that person.
The thing about all of these, is that each of them makes me laugh – that deep belly, knowing laugh. I recognise that they are all true. I am not sure what the implications of all of these are, except perhaps I am a little less gentle than I would have liked to believe, and a little more wedded to reality than most. Oh well!!
I guess the thing that catches me about all of these, is that I am not used to thinking of myself as someone that others think about. Yet in each case there has been a lasting effect. (Some for longer than others!!)
I can’t explain why that is important in a few words, but it strikes a chord deep within me. I am deeply grateful for the odd confluence of events which brought all these comments to my attention at this time. (I am also just a little apologetic to my childhood friend – I really didn’t mean to shatter that illusion!!)