Dec 09, 2006 15:16
Dear Alice,
How's it going? No, seriously, how are things? We always seem to dwell on what's going on in my life, but I never get to hear about yours. ...Is there something wrong? Something wrong with our dynamic? I mean, I share so much of my life with you in the hopes that you'll feel comfy enough to talk to me about *your* life, but then I hear nothing.
I felt something like that at Andrea's hoopla. I was chatting with Chris Lee on the side, and he's a wonderful story teller. He's in Teachers' College and he's loving it. He told us about the kids, and the school and a lot of great stories. But then he felt like he was talking too much, and asked us about our lives. I'm not quiet, yet I felt like I had little interesting to say. Databases? Video games? Umm.. I don't watch TV, and I don't know any celebrity gossip. I had nothing. We went back to Chris' stories until we could figure out how to join the party again.
Does that happen with us, Alice? I guess it's important to establish a mutual converstaion topic, and it's always been "my life". Maybe if we talked about something more easily digestible to a larger populous, it'd be easier to gain other's trust anapproval.
Oh, Alice.
Oh, Alice.