Hello, lovely reader! How are you? Sorry this is being posted so much later than usual. Last night I was networking, then catching up on paperwork, and then my friends and I decided to play a very long game of “Who’s had the weirdest/worst/most unbelievable day?” and I didn’t get off the phone ’til stupid o’clock in the morning. Ay, as they say, caramba.
If you’ve seen yesterday’s post, you will already know that I have just completed a two day first aid training course, so I am now qualified (shiny certificate pending) to help people who are unwell. Bizarrely, I had cause to use my first aid skills almost the second I got to Victoria station after training, which was very odd. I did remember what I was supposed to do though, which was nice.
I also had this conversation with my friend David, whose girlfriend is one of my best buds from university (and is just a little bit strange, as you can see):
And I am proud, but I also feel a bit sorry for David…being put into the recovery position when you don’t actually need to recover is quite bewildering.
I am not in the least surprised by my friend’s silly behaviour, because I’ve known her long enough to anticipate her responses to things. This is obviously not one hundred percent foolproof, because people can always surprise you. However, being able to work out what someone’s likely response to a given scenario (or blog post) will be means that you are very well-equipped to make people laugh, feel better about themselves, and generally enjoy their relationship with you.
It’s sometimes the case (and I’m definitely guilty of this) that you anticipate people’s reactions in a negative way, for example, assuming that you can’t tell a friend about a problem because they’re a story-topper, or assuming that your outspoken vegetarian friend will have no sympathy for your meat-induced bout of food poisoning. Sometimes this may be true, but not always. Sometimes the notoriously bad listener will pay attention, the wreckhead will suggest a quiet night in and the emotionally unavailable one will ask how you are. With that in mind, let’s not put people into boxes. They’d need air holes, for a start.
Have a Thursday of dreams, rainbows and, wherever possible, cake.