Tonight I went to two events, took four ubers, drank five drinks, spoke to over twenty people, and still managed to watch two episodes of Sex and the City. Does anyone else ever think in numbers like that? Do you ever notice yourself answering personal questions with numeric symbols? Like when someone says they want to know more about me, my first three thoughts are likely: I have two siblings, I am twenty two, I have one dog. They are likely followed by things I don't like telling people but for some reason people tend to want to know; I have had three serious relationships, I have been a student in five different institutions (including elementary school), I have this many or that many or who gives? I worry sometimes that on the most basic level we have become a society that is inherently focused on numbers (time, money, weight, grades, etc), and we often forget to ask about the stories. When I say I want to know you, I'm not saying I want to know the minute details about you....I want to know the memories, the people who have defined you, how you got to where you are, what you're passionate about and what you're thinking about. I don't by any sense think every interaction in life has to be this intimate, but can we at least get past the numbers and small meaningless questions?
This post was triggered by a really lovely conversation I had this evening with a complete stranger. I spoke as much as I listened, and it made me realize how often I fill silence with my own stories because it's rare someone else is willing to do so.
Anyways, hope everyone is having an amazing friday. I know I did. Feel free to reach out if you ever want to chat, I'm always down to listen. Xoxo
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