Listening to every heart
There is, sometimes, a grave misconception when one deals with outward appearances. Like any book, we don’t know if a person is good or bad until we crack open their cover, just like a book, and giving it more than a swift perusal. Sometimes, even the first couple of pages won’t be enough to generate interest – neither will be the first few sentences one might utter.
That is, those first few sentences will come, if you can get past their shyness.
As a point of fact, I tend to raise one eyebrow when intently listening to one’s story. I am generally the one who sits back, letting others “spill”, asking key questions to keep them going, and because of that first-time meeting reserve that is felt, and usually because I’m in the company of, oh, let’s say, my spouse…my reserve is usually even set higher.
So thought some friends. After a decade of time spent together when those chances come, these friends mentioned to me that among my spouse’s other friends, it was once spoken [read, conjectured] that my spouse had married an “ice princess”…and that certainly caught me off guard.
And my shyness and self-esteem took a deep nosedive.
These friends were quick to mention that over the years, the “true me” had taken occasions to shine through. At times, they could see that I am far from the perceived persona they had first come to know through brief visits.
But although words can only hurt us if we allow them to fester, the comment stayed with me these last few months. True, when in deep concentration or listening intently to others, my left eyebrow still raises upward…some things like that MUST be genetic…but I have also learned to adopt to some things that others do as a matter of fact…
Today, I lowered the windows in my car, drove through the 85 degree temperatures with the humidity in the 60’s, and achieved some quite un-ice-princessy “air-hair.”
The ice princess is melting.
[Serenity…albeit a few posts belated, this is my 47,000th special post for your garden…]