I recently had a conversation with someone that is haunting me (almost a week later). Unintentionally, I made a comment that stirred something up for him and I feel awful. This person doesn’t share much about his life but is always interested in others’ lives. He is caring and kind, but I realized after this conversation that it is to deflect from his own pain and memories that he doesn’t like to visit.
It’s a well known fact that men bottle things up. When I scratched the surface the other day, it opened a wound…a wound so deep, it really hurt. I apologised of course, but I seem to have the knack of asking the right questions at the right time, and it opened a gateway that had pressure building behind it. Was that a good thing? I don’t know😳
This has now happened three times this month, with three different people, and I’m left wondering what my role is here.
Everyone has a story, some are more detailed and eventful than others, and I enjoy hearing about them. However, I never mean to pry or upset anyone when I have a conversation.
So, next time you are chatting with me and I uncover something you are uncomfortable with, please tell me. What you dont realize is that I’m probably unaware of the painful memory you bottle up inside. If you don’t talk about it, how are people supposed to know?