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I had a bit of a weird wake-up call today.
So I’m at work, minding my own... work is not really one of those places where I chat with people. It’s a library, first of all, and I feel like a lot of people just... mind their own. Or maybe not and I’m just the quiet one. I smile, I’m cordial... whatever. Anyway.
I had to go to the sub-basement to file some negatives and this guy is standing at the elevator, pushing the down button. He’s going down, too... So we walk in the elevator, doors close, silence... I’m flipping through my negatives and generally ignoring this guy. Standard elevator procedure for me, I suppose. All of a sudden, I hear,
“ENGAGE.”
...What? I’m struck for a moment, confused.. This guy across from me sticks out his hand. Is he telling me to engage him? Like in conversation? Or just acknowledge his presence? ‘Cause yeah, I probably should have done that. I’m sorry. Really. I can come off as sort of a bitch sometimes without meaning to. Sorry.
But wait. Who is he to call me on it? Telling me to actively be engaging, telling me to initiate? He won’t even start with a “hi I’m so-and-so”? That’s kinda rude. Not really. It’s kinda like when random people tell me to SMILE! on the street for no reason. Yeah, I should, but what if I don’t feel like smiling right now? What if this is just what I look like?
It just felt like my conscience was telling me to ENGAGE this guy and introduce myself, and it happened to come out of his mouth. Kind of strange.
So after an odd look and an awkward couple of seconds, I snapped out of it.
“Hi, I’m Alix.”
(...and you are?)
“Nice to meet you.” he mumbled.
That’s all. Doors open, interaction over.
It was then that I realized he had said
“I’m Gage.”
Oh.
I felt like calling after him, “I’m really not a bitch, I swear!”
Alright, okay, I get it. I’ll take it as a sign.
How are you?