At work I am a hypocrite. A shell. A faker. My co-workers really don't know me. Hey, I'm supposed to "act professional" ... which isn't me. I have to put on a show at work. So I watch what I say and don't talk as much as some of the others. They know I'm an oddball, they know I have a voodoo fondness for curing illness with garlic, they know I homeschool and have a garden and don't go out for lunch, but they have no idea just how un-mainstream I am.
So it always surprises me when Gary goes to the bank to take care of some business and meets people I've worked with, and comes home with reports of just how nice I am. My first reaction is usually, "How would they know whether I'm nice?" (especially if it's somebody I worked with only a day or two). But then I realize: they think I'm nice because I let them talk.
Really? That's all it takes for somebody to think you're super-nice?
Amazing.
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Apparently, I am very nice and a "good conversationalist" at the playground and library. All I do is make some little positive comment about their kid and let them talk. Add in a "wow, my kid wasn't doing that yet at x-age" and people think you're great.
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