Plays well with others.Posted: March 1, 2010 | |
I got all smiley faces on my kindergarten report card in “plays well with others.” Plays well with others remained my best subject throughout my academic career. If there was a plays well with others major at the University of Maryland, I’d have majored in it. I’d be tenured faculty by now.
The most satisfying part of my career is based on playing well with others. When people can’t play well with anyone else, my employer calls me. I go out to play and make everything OK. I like people as soon as I meet them until they absolutely force me not to.
Because I got smiley faces on my report card, I am a little bewildered by a social situation I find myself in.
Last year, at a large social event, one of my great friends introduced me to a woman we’ll call F. She and I have several mutual friends and had been to several of the same events. we’d even exchanged remarks from time to time, as you might do with someone who you’ve seen around from time to time. our friend introduced us. I said, “Hi, I’m Oma, nice to meet you”. F responded, “you don’t like me.”
That response threw me a little. I told F that wasn’t true. I actually found her enjoyable to be around. All the same, she pointed out several more times during the day that I didn’t like her.
In the fall, F and her husband were at a music festival I attended. Over the course of several days F again told me that I didn’t like her. Once, she told me how I didn’t like her while a friend and I helped her home when she was ill. Note that the last sentence didn’t say “while I was leaving her to die.” I’m clueless what I’ve done to give this woman the impression that I have ill will toward her.
F and her husband will be at a music event I will be attending over several days this week. I am dreading the encounter because I know I’m going to hear that I don’t like her.
There is a self-fulfilling prophecy at work here. I’m just not sure which one it is.
Is it F’s insistence that I dislike her that will drive me to the point that I will decide she is right?
On the other hand, it could be that I, by anticipating what she is going to say, reinforce her idea, thus causing her to tell me what I think of her.
I’m looking forward to a few days away from the daily grind, in the company of some of my dearest friends. I’m going to relax and show why I earned all those smiley faces on my report card. I’m going to have a great time.
I’m also going to try my best to be very nice to F. I’m not going to try too long though, the game has gotten old.
God, I hope she doesn’t make my smiley faces have to work overtime.