Welcome to another edition of I Comment Therefore I am where I piece together a post from comments I’ve left on other blogs. Shall we begin?
I was visiting CK, one of my all-time favorite bloggers, and a piece she wrote called glimpses really touched me and reminded me of one of my favorite relationships…
My favorite aunt passed away a few years ago. My entire life she made me feel like I was something special. I mean she was nice to all the kids, but I felt like she was extra nice to me. When she was withering away from cancer, she asked me if I knew why I was always so important to her and I said, “No.” She said, she always felt like I was sent especially for her because she lost a daughter right before I was born and somehow I helped ease the pain. I think maybe I was meant for her in a special way. I know that the connection I have always felt toward her is spiritual. Even now that she is gone, I still feel a connection.
Being a tiny woman, Georgina Dollface is prone to strangers wanting to give her hugs; sometimes they do it without even asking. I had to share the following story with her…
I am tall: 5’10”. I was at a Goodwill store shopping and a very diminutive, very elderly Asian woman kept getting in my personal space. I kept moving away because she was making me uncomfortable, then all of a sudden she threw her arms around me and hugged me. My arms were sort of pinned to my sides because she had hers wrapped around them. I didn’t know what the heck she was doing. Was she mugging me? Was she crazy? I looked down at her and her face was looking up at me beaming and she said, “Big! So big!!!” Apparently, she was just enthralled by my height. She didn’t really speak English so that was pretty much the extent of our conversation. It was all very strange.
lisleman recently wrote a post about something that I have known for a long time – people like to complain. I’d venture to say that people need to complain. I have worked in customer service for a very long time and sometimes all I have to do to make an irate customer feel better is just listen to them complain without interrupting them or disagreeing with them. I don’t even have to agree as long as I do not verbalize my disagreement. This is what I shared with lisleman…
I’m thinking of starting a service where people can call in or come in person and complain to me about anything. For a nominal fee they can rant and get things off their chest. I won’t do anything about it, but I will listen.
Then lisleman responded to my comment with…
I don’t know about other guys but it took me too many years before I learned that women often just want to vent/rant and are NOT looking for any answers or advice. Before I learned this, I would jump into analyze mode and start shooting suggestions back. Sometimes the whole exchange would get ugly. All I needed to do was listen – duh.
Melissa does IT work. I think IT people generally get a bad rap. She wrote an interesting post that gives helpful tips for dealing with IT people. In case you don’t know what It people are, they are the ones you call whenever you get pissed off at your computer. I shared my gripe with her.
Here’s what I hate about dealing with IT people and it really has nothing to do with IT people. It seems that whenever I have an issue with the computer I can not get the issue to reproduce when the IT person comes, then as soon as they leave it happens again.
It’s like when you take your car in to the mechanic because it’s making a strange noise and as soon as the mechanic drives it, it purrs like a cat.
I think it’s machines in general conspiring to make me look stupid. Well, I don’t need any help. Thank you very much!
That’s it for this edition of I Comment Therefore I Am.
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