Due to time constraints and the typically high level of exhaustion I am working at, I can either stop writing or write when and what I can. Because I am so set on writing, I have decided to due just that and set aside time for myself to write what I can within a set time. These 297 words were wrought in the space of 10 minutes.
Today I met and spent some time with an interesting young man. I do not know his name. I didn’t ask. We spoke a little about various things and I really enjoyed it.
He was the guy who came and fixed my phone. I had asked him a bit about how he got started in his industry and he asked what we do here at my job. This Asurion set up is really neat. They send technicians to people in need of assistance, and he even told me that he had to wait a while before coming into the office because a coworker had to deliver parts to him here. We are lively in a truly marvelous world of interconnection.
Anyway, it may seem funny to people that I didn’t ask for his name, but we chatted and had such a good time. I do think it is a little odd, but at the same time, I feel like asking someone’s name is a hard thing to do. It feels a little too intimate to me. I am a more introverted person and I can enjoy talking to people and sharing ideas, stories and experiences with them, especially in small doses, but I will routinely forget to or neglect to ask for their name and I rarely offer mine unprovoked. I don’t know if that makes me rude or weird. I think it stems from a guarded attitude I have. I have never given it much thought until now.
How odd. He didn’t ask for my name either. It was on his paperwork I am sure, but he didn’t use it. Does he have the same attitude I do? Was he just keeping things business casual? I wonder. He left with a handshake and a farewell “buddy.”