You think you know a person, yourself, and then find that
you don’t! Apparently though I
have never seen it, but then I guess I wouldn’t, people tip toe around me. Adults not children! Children skip!!
Now I like to think of myself as fairly easy going. I’m not good at small talk I know,
mainly because I’m not sure if I really care. Oops! I do but
…
But that is not how it is. I am quite difficult to read. I am a mystery wrapped in an enigma in a booby-trapped
surprise box! Can’t see it myself
but I suppose I wouldn’t! Being difficult doesn’t stop people pinching my
stuff!
The ironic (?) thing is that the harder I try to be helpful
and make a positive contribution to, say, a staff meeting the more likely I am
to mess up and end up offending people.
In fact the couple of times I have been censured for have been those
times when I thought I’d really properly engaged and contributed. How wrong was I? I must have a very sarcastic voice or
something. If you can fake
sincerity you have got it made!
The problem is I don’t know what to do about it.
My dilemma is that if I contribute to a staff meeting I am
seen to be subversive and if I keep my head down and stay quiet I am seen to be
difficult. Not sure there is a
middle path? I guess I could wait
until I am asked to contribute and buy snowboarding gear for Satan or I
could…? See what I mean?
I remember a certain teacher at St Andrew’s nicknamed the
boy wonder who once on a night out drinking asked drunk people what people
really thought of him? It did not
end well!