No, not me and Kyle…
I have met a woman who wants to be my friend. Does this shock you? It should.
Now, don’t go thinking I have self-esteem problems–me and myself feel fine about us, really. I am a good person–better than most. I’d even venture to say that I am a great person. {See how fine I’m doing?} But I am not the kind of person who anxiously engages in making friends. I suppose I am nice enough to the people I meet, but when all is said and done, I prefer a few quality friends over a vast range of “so-so” ones. So it is beyond me why I keep meeting people who think I am friend material.
It’s more complicated than it sounds. A lot of people would say, “Well, if you don’t want to make friends, then stop being friendly!”
That’s fine, only what do I do when I have to spend five hours several days a week working with the same one lady? Ignore her? Belittle her? I could pinch her, I guess. Only that would make me less than the great person I am. So instead, I treat her with kindness and respect–in other words, I lead her on. How can I be nice at work, yet leave it at that? She gave me her card–with her phone number–yesterday. I didn’t volunteer mine–not at all. “After the Christmas season is over,” she said, “let’s still be friends! We have so much in common…”
“Well, no. I mean, not really. Actually, I don’t like you at all…as a person. You have too many dogs. And cats.”
I can’t say that. How can I let her down gently?
“Oh…well, unfortunately, I just got out of a bad friendship and I’m not really ready to start up again.” Somehow I don’t think that is going to cut it.
I don’t think simple avoidance would do the trick either. (Immature though it may be, it actually is my first choice. But Lethbridge is a smallish place, and I’m sure I’d run into her sooner or later. And there’s always excuses to be made for such bad behaviour. “Why don’t you ever call,” she’ll ask, “I thought we were friends.” Avoiding confrontation usually lands me smack in the middle of a bigger confrontation.)
So you see, I’m in a tight spot.
What would you do?
At least there’s always Cat Stevens to make my life a delight…but I’ll write more on that later.
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