Hearts Shielded by Anonymity
Someone recently told me, “There are two types in this world: friendly people and busy people.”
Huh?! was my initial response.
Segregating two admirable traits seemed…paradoxical. Keep in mind, I was raised by outgoing entrepreneurs whose mantra was: “the harder you worked, the luckier you became.” Of equal importance — EVERYONE was to be addressed with respect, gratitude, and (when appropriate) a firm, smile-infused, eyeball-to-eyeball handshake.
Okay, so maybe I sported some extra rosy glasses upon entering the “real world.” A hearty dosage of chilled reception would dim their hue over the years. At least, now, I had a tangible explanation: The fundamental demands of existence left some folks, well — otherwise engaged. That wouldn’t stop me from trying.
Still, when basic attempts to connect with humanity falter, crawling into a dark cave tends to sound rather…I mean, who would even think of putting themselves “out there” on a more intimate level? Whether an impassioned cause or artistic endeavor, baring your soul in anticipation of others expending their valuable time to take note is a gut-wrenchingly naive pursuit.
Yet, as the days grow shorter, I wonder who teeters in their rockers mulling fewer regrets — those who squinted into the blaze of indifference, bravely belting out their songs…or those who averted their gazes, hearts shielded by anonymity?