The lost art of conversation. Trending towards "maybe." My "friends" tour pretending to be a book tour, and the meaningful conversations I'll have along the way.
Seems like we're kindred spirits on the subject of "maybe," and I suspect a lot more. Thanks for sharing your experiences with indecision. Helps me to know I'm not alone in feeling as I do.
That's what loneliness feels like, and it's a horrible feeling. Call me anytime, Ann. You know I always love to hear your voice, and better yet to be with you. And yes, I know people sometimes simply refuse to talk on the phone or answer it dismissively. I remember when I was a teenager, I would go downstair to my parents' bedroom and pull the phone onto the bed and just wish it would ring. I was hoping a special guy would call. We don't have that kind of anticipation now.
I have a friend who, whenever I ask if she wants to join me for an event, will ask, "When do you need to know?" I respond with, "When will you know?" If I can bring someone with me to a member preview at a museum, I don't want to wait until the last minute to find someone. I've stopped asking her, frankly, as she clearly wanted to see if she got a better offer. I mean, either you want to go or you don't.
Maybe. Oh how I hate maybe. I have a sibling who is utterly incapable of saying yes or no. Always maybe. ‘No’ will never hurt my feelings but ‘maybe’ pisses me off.
Uncertainty happens, I get it. But when ‘maybe’ is indeed my answer I will also tell people when I will give them an answer. Often it’s just, ‘I’ll check my calendar when I get home and let you know.’ (Yes, old school calendar.) It’s really not that difficult
This is one of my favorites. I can relate to so much you shared. I miss conversations. Loneliness is overwhelming at times. No longer can I pick up the phone just to hear the voice of a friend. Whether it’s because I left Boston or I’ve been replaced by technology. I have friends who won’t take my call. Others might take the call but only for a few minutes. I’ve forgotten the sound of voices. If they knew I missed them, would they care?
You've made the right decision, after trying hard to make this work for your indecisive friend.
Seems like we're kindred spirits on the subject of "maybe," and I suspect a lot more. Thanks for sharing your experiences with indecision. Helps me to know I'm not alone in feeling as I do.
That's what loneliness feels like, and it's a horrible feeling. Call me anytime, Ann. You know I always love to hear your voice, and better yet to be with you. And yes, I know people sometimes simply refuse to talk on the phone or answer it dismissively. I remember when I was a teenager, I would go downstair to my parents' bedroom and pull the phone onto the bed and just wish it would ring. I was hoping a special guy would call. We don't have that kind of anticipation now.
I have a friend who, whenever I ask if she wants to join me for an event, will ask, "When do you need to know?" I respond with, "When will you know?" If I can bring someone with me to a member preview at a museum, I don't want to wait until the last minute to find someone. I've stopped asking her, frankly, as she clearly wanted to see if she got a better offer. I mean, either you want to go or you don't.
Maybe. Oh how I hate maybe. I have a sibling who is utterly incapable of saying yes or no. Always maybe. ‘No’ will never hurt my feelings but ‘maybe’ pisses me off.
Uncertainty happens, I get it. But when ‘maybe’ is indeed my answer I will also tell people when I will give them an answer. Often it’s just, ‘I’ll check my calendar when I get home and let you know.’ (Yes, old school calendar.) It’s really not that difficult
This is one of my favorites. I can relate to so much you shared. I miss conversations. Loneliness is overwhelming at times. No longer can I pick up the phone just to hear the voice of a friend. Whether it’s because I left Boston or I’ve been replaced by technology. I have friends who won’t take my call. Others might take the call but only for a few minutes. I’ve forgotten the sound of voices. If they knew I missed them, would they care?