Hello, you fabulous human being. How’s this week been for you? Busy? Me too. Put your feet up for a bit.
One of the most enjoyable experiences in life is the overheard conversation snippet. You know the sort of thing: you’re walking past a couple of friends who are in the middle of an in depth chat, and as you pass you hear one of them say something insane like “…and then the whole thing went bright blue!” Not knowing the context of a conversation can make for very confusing and amusing listening.
The other day I was sitting outside a pub with a couple of my lovely girl friends, discussing life, the universe and everything (i.e. boys). Don’t get me wrong – my friends and I cover many fascinating and intelligent topics of conversation on a regular basis, but even the most sassy and savvy of us occasionally need to rant about the opposite sex. On this occasion, one of my friends was asking for advice about a guy she thinks she’s dating, but isn’t sure. Here is an extract from the discussion:
“He’s going to house-sit with me at the weekend, and he took me out for an amazing dinner, and he calls me “his girl”…”
“Well, that sounds promising.”
“Yeah, really promising.”
“But what does it MEAN?!”
And so on and so forth. Despite being clever, worldly, independent and hopefully fairly likeable young women, my friends and I are still flummoxed by what men’s behaviour “means” more often than we’d like to admit. We have all – including you, fabulous reader – learned a lot during our short stays on Earth so far, including our strengths, weaknesses and alcohol tolerance levels. Why then have we not learned something very simple, something that even tiny children understand: that we only get answers by asking questions?
It’s not as easy as all that, I know. And we’ve talked about this before: the importance of being emotionally honest even though it feels so alien to us, the terror we feel when we have to be frank about what we want, and the excruciating embarrassment we feel about having strong feelings at all. Needing an answer from someone, whether they’re male or female, has somehow started to mean that we are needy full stop. Not to the person we’re confused about, necessarily, but definitely in our own heads. And so we don’t ask; we just stew.
What the conversation boiled down to – if you’ll excuse the appalling pun – is that stewing does nobody any good. In the heat of our debate about the virtues of honesty and openness, I ended up declaring “YOU ARE NOT A CASSEROLE” to my lovely, confused friend. At that precise moment an unfortunate young man walked past and gave us a very strange look. I do not blame him in the slightest. Context was particularly important there.
But my point stands: we are not casseroles. We should not leave ourselves to stew in the pressure cookers of uncertainty, waiting for the vegetables of heartbreak and the dumplings of rejection to descend into our lives. The happiest people I know are not the ones who never get broken up with, rejected or hurt. They are the ones who save themselves a lot of time by asking questions, finding out what other people want from them and getting on with life in the aftermath, whatever the outcome is. I know – BELIEVE me, I know – that asking people questions like “how do you see our relationship?” etc. is a daunting prospect, but if we don’t ask we won’t find out. If we don’t find out, we are wasting our time.
And who on earth has got time to waste? Not you, that’s for sure.