Generally, I would say that I’m this type of person:
“Am I just getting meaner, or are people just getting stupider?”
::does anything she can to avoid answering any phone call ever::
“I hate everyone.”
“Mankind is evil.”
But, for the past few months, I have developed a very strong interest in not only the lives of people around me, but those of complete strangers. I’ve always been a people-watcher, but I have become more of a thought-listener, or a life-imaginer.
I question everything – so lately, rather than get pissed at the person who cuts me off in traffic, I still react and get pissed, but THEN, I wonder what motivated them to do that, or taking one step back – whether they even realized they did it. I question the motives behind every action. I wonder about people’s childhoods, their day, who their parents are, and the way that influences how they communicate, how they deal with problems in their lives, or how they overcome conflict in the workplace.
Anyway, it’s Friday afternoon, I’m leaving work, and I get on the elevator to go home. I ride this elevator multiple times a day, at least five days a week. Every single elevator ride is exactly the same. You get on, other people get on, you awkwardly glance their way, but avoid direct eye contact, everyone pulls out their phones, or are already holding them, and we all text, scroll through social media, or pretend like we’re doing something super important, for the 30 seconds that feel like 5 minutes. No one ever says anything to each other in this weird, forced, tiny amount of space and oxygen.
I hate small talk. It is one of my most dreaded activities in life. The older I get, the more I hate it. I actively avoid it and shut it down 9 out of 10 times it comes up at the office. If I know you genuinely don’t care about “how my weekend was” or “what I did for fun,” then no – I will not go into detail about how I binge drank with my friends, or how I binge watched Netflix and pet my cats for 7 hours straight.
Back to the story – I get on the elevator, and a lady gets on a few floors later, and out of nowhere, before I could tell myself to shut up, I say “Hello!” all friendly as she walks into the elevator. For a split second at first, she kind of looked at me, like hm, weird, this stranger is actually speaking to me on the elevator. BUT THEN, we had a real conversation!
I mean, we work in the same office building. We go to this same building every day of the workweek, and spend the majority of our lives here. She looked well put together, and from the moment we started talking, she made direct eye contact, acted genuinely interested, and shared meaningful insights.
We got off the elevator, and chatted in the parking lot for a good 10 minutes. Two complete strangers. We discovered what we both do for work – ya know, society’s hello (reference my Intro blog post)… We talked about our home lives, the economy, and politics – all in about 10 minutes, and it was so refreshing!
I’ve been reading more about the law of attraction and learning about raising my vibration, and I find it noteworthy that here I am, all of a sudden taking a much stronger interest in the other humans who are living lives at the same time as me, when before I couldn’t give two f*cks, then this happens.
I haven’t finished reading it yet, but I highly, HIGHLY recommend the book Sacred Powers by davidji.