Not me that is for sure.
One thing I have learned this week is that I HATE face masks. Something about it makes me so uncomfortable that I can’t even make eye contact or, in fact, speak – which is a rare occurrence in my world.
It’s not hard to unpick. Concealing my face sends my overwhelming instinct to be liked out of kilter; with my face covered I cannot be seen to be friendly and with my voice muffled I feel I can’t use that tool either.
Of course, on an intellectual level, I know being universally liked is not only impossible to achieve but also totally unnecessary. My need though, is not to make friends but just to win people over. If someone is less than warm even if they are just ambiguous I feel a little lost. I honed certain skills early – as a military child, when you have to join a new school every 2 years, you learn how to tap into people at breakneck speed and you also learn not to get too attached as you will soon be off again to another base; to slot in with new people in a new place. So when this doesn’t work I would feel I’ve failed in some way.
People are different. As shown in Rorschach’s ink blot experiment, people see different things in the image before them in the same way that humans view eachother in different ways too. I perceive myself to be friendly and effervescent but could be interpreted as immature or flirty. Someone who thinks they are honest could be thought by some to be plain rude or nit picky.
As I’ve grown wiser and, may I say older, I no longer try to please everyone and, if someone is being difficult, I will stand my ground but this has taken time and I still have to give myself regular interventions on occasions. We are all a work in progress and never complete.
You might well be the juiciest peach in the bowl but not everyone likes peaches.
COVID UPDATE …. COVID UPDATE …COVID UPDATE …
Face masks in shops and public transport were made compulsory on 24/7/20
Covid deaths in UK 45,878