Living life, you tend to encounter new things about yourself, or even things that have been hiding out in the bushes and are exposed. I have a recent example of such a situation.
I do not like being pat on the back.
In fact, every time someone does it, I grit my teeth and freeze up a bit.
I know, a pat on the back for something well done or as a way to show that you are being friendly are good and all, but I just can't stand being pat on the back, or the shoulder.
I thought it was maybe I don't liked being touched or maybe the majority of people who have patted me on the back I did not like much...but no there is not really a connection. I just don't like it.
I have also come to dislike being called "Buddy" or "Pal". Most of the times I have been called "Buddy" are by people who are not anywhere close to being my friend. For example, people I work with call me that. I don't see any of these people outside work, I have no affiliations with them at all outside of work, so therefore, "Buddy" is not a word that should be used to address me. That is unless it is my nickname, which it isn't.
I hope I don't end up liking the word so much that it leads to me disliking Tom Hanks by association. I loved Bosom Buddies.
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