Say what you mean, mean what you say

 

It’s not an event you’re upset about attending, but it definitely wouldn’t be an evening you’d design in any way on your own.

Gathering of family and friends. A work event. Something for the local community, such as a program at the school. The reasons for it are fairly dry. Not getting together for a barbecue or to play some cards. Not meeting for a drink or dinner. Most of the people attending will not be those you see often, text often, e-mail or call often.

You’ll spot someone. Someone you haven’t been around since the last evening event gathering of this sort. Handshake. Perhaps a hug. Either way, a friendly and even welcomed greeting between folks that get along.

The reality is, as far as your relationship with those in attendance, this once every year or three catching up happens just often enough. And, possibly, more often than you care for by a rate of every year or three. If you didn’t see some of these folks for five to ten years, you would never on a random afternoon look toward your significant other and begin a “you know who we need to catch up with” conversation about any of them.

And yes, there may even be some in attendance you may not care about ever seeing again in any circumstance. Never ever and out of mind for good would be fine.

Then someone offers a bit more. Maybe during the goodbyes. A call me. An it’s been good seeing you, we should catch up another time. A let’s get together invitation. And within this offer comes the real question.

Do you intend to call? Were you just being polite, and even from before the words fully formed and exchanged, you already knew no one planned to follow through? You shake hands or hug one more time, say it’s been great, agree it would be good to do again soon, and walk away knowing no time needs to be cleared on the calendar.

The need to be polite, but it will not happen conversation wrap up.

Why?

Why do we do it?

We can still be pleasant, talk for four or five minutes, hug it out and walk away without the offer. But there it is. Some type of summation that it’s been fantastic seeing them, a shame it took a while to happen and the once every year or three has been too long, so let’s see if we can change that. Followed by the sure let’s change it response.

What is it with the things we say that – in any way, seemingly small and casual or large and significant – we don’t mean?

Maybe I should add a clarification here. After all, you might meet some folks that you wouldn’t mind catching up with. And likewise, you might see some people you had been told wouldn’t be there, and their attendance shattered the evening and created a miserable event.

So, let’s be clear, this isn’t about your sister’s brother-in-law that had to be invited but absolutely no one likes. It doesn’t involve your former boss, the emperor jackass. It’s an offer to help that you hope will never be accepted. It’s the prospect of an afternoon of conversation where you would rather be prepping for a colonoscopy. All potentially necessary, none of them really approached as a fun investment of time and effort.

You have no intentions of following up.

When do we reach the point where we eliminate the polite invite from our actions? Do we ever? Do any of us act in a way where there is never any vague and unoccupied middle ground? Or, do we have at least a small number of instances where we walk away from the handshake hoping that we won’t have our phone ring in a week or two to finalize the details?

I was talking to some friends about twenty years ago. Thirty years ago, we were all hanging out together on a regular basis. Dinner two or three nights a week. Heading out to movies and concerts and more involved some combination from the same overall group, with everyone likely having been invited early on in the ticket buying process. But now, life had settled in.

Moves. Jobs. Marriages. Kids. Schedules that never matched up. And the close relationship has slid to having each other’s phone numbers and addresses, then on to the like/share social media exchange. Still able to trust each other and close in spirit, but not an everyday expected presence.

Want to see your life change? Wait for the kids to move out of the house and to another state. Suddenly, vacation time needs to be invested not in family get aways, but family get togethers. The opportunity to visit friends once a year for the annual amazing celebration, while a fantastic thought, suffers by being placed in a priority list against seeing the kids.

Someone I’ve know for years is in this limbo. He has a wife and two children. Also has two grandchildren. His job offers a lot of well-paying overtime, and he likes his toys (usually with no less than six cylinders and very low miles-per-gallon when being used as intended). He and his wife have a cabin out in the middle of nowhere, and when he’s not working his job or entertaining the grandchildren, his most favorite place to be is at that cabin fiddling with wood piles and whether or not to finally build a new shed for his ATV and snowmobile. (Second most favorite is heading to the same cabin, to spend a weekend building the same covering for a wood pile, but this time with his wife joining him instead of heading up alone.)

There are relationships where we often go several years without a sighting. Maybe birthday or special event texts. Absolutely zero judgement or issues. We have our preferences and he has his. Simple. Priorities, not avoidance.

On the extreme end of this stuff, I just find it slightly off-balance and borderline insulting when folks that have made almost a highly polished skill and point of pride out of avoiding you suddenly want to get together.

Where do we land on all of this? I don’t know. Probably still offering pleasant handshakes and hugs while hoping the phone doesn’t ring.

And I suppose that’s fine. (Except for the colonoscopy. If you’re due, make that call.)

 

If you have any comments or questions, please e-mail me at Bob@inmybackpack.com