Wednesday, July 17, 2013
Being Honest About Being Honest
When I picked him up he was the worst I had ever seen. Tony and I worked to get him calmed down, and we partially succeed (he was still pretty edgy, but not terrible). We had a potluck at church, so lots of people. I walked through most of that afternoon on the brink of tears. I asked Tony if he could tell, he said he couldn't.
Really? I'm not so good at hiding emotions.
Lots of people asked the, "how are you?" question. And I know some of those people really did care. But on my face was a smile and a "I'm alright." I was NOT going to cry at a church potluck. I was not going to blubber my way through a story that most people wouldn't understand anyway. I was NOT going to be honest.
I think most of the time, that's the way it is. I know that this person and this person and this person are struggling with all these things, but when we come face to face we plaster on fake smiles and say we are fine. It is hard to find people to be honest with.
Why is that? Fear of judgement? Fear of understanding? Fear of vulnerability? Feeling like the other person lacks interest? Or time? Or compassion? I know that this is true for why I don't take the time to listen to others.
I want to be a better listener, a more empathetic friend, a person to take the time. I want to be that, because I seriously need others to be that for me at times.