ANNUAL MEETING

There was a room full of people I had never met before. Which me to be?

I really didn’t know any of the people in the large room. I had met some before; I had seen some before. But we were not friends; we didn’t really get together and hang out. We were all there because of where we live; and we had been interested enough on planned changes to that place/space to show up when a meeting was convened. Those factors were basically our only commonalities.

Yes, the organizers had planned some formal meetings and presentations. They had also scheduled some informal sessions for visiting and getting acquainted. From the buzz of voices around me, I knew that we came from different parts of the country, and even from different parts of the world. It was really interesting, and even a little bit entertaining.

I found out that I’m not much of a small-talker. I don’t want to talk about my employment history and my socioeconomic status. And I don’t much want to hear others discuss theirs. I’d much rather know what bands they listen to, what books they’ve read, what teams they like. About all I can do is listen to conversations around me, and try to answer questions if I am asked. I know that I’m not interesting, and not at all funny. And that’s okay with me.

“Don’t change so people will like you. Be yourself and the right people will love the real you.” Unknown