They fart like the rest of us

First impressions are invaluable, but holding a conversation is even more important. For a lot of us meeting or talking with important people is a very intimidating activity. Really, stop and think about it, they’re people too. They burp and giggle and probably laugh so hard they’ve snorted at least once.So why be so worried about what they think?

I’ve recently realized I’m not really intimidated by the meeting or  the “being the presence of” big important people as much as I’m worried about boring these people to tears. I’ve meet some amazing people, not realizing who I was talking to and done just fine. However, once I realize the smart factor, I’m at a loss for words. Some people worry me more than others and I’m sure that my worrying is because are 900 million other people someone can talk to at any time, I gotta make sure my time is well spent. That’s a lot of pressure!

I can hold my own.

I have a few bits of gray matter that do function from time to time.  Yet it’s that – “wow they’re smart” thought process that freaks me out. Or maybe it’s that critical eye look. You know the one.. the “huh, that’s an interesting – what the heck are you saying??” kind of look. I get that a lot. Completely different issue though, that’s my thought process and mouth not working together so pig latin comes out instead.

I’m also a multi-tasker to the core. I’m so scattered. I’m ok with my scatteredness… which is very apparent when you walk into my home. But, really, what brilliant brain wants to sit around talking with a stumbling (I don’t know what bumbling is) idiot?

It’s not about smart. It’s about likability.

Sure you need smart in your life. My mom always said surround yourself with people you can grow from. It’s true. But not specific to intelligence nor accompliment nor expertise levels. We grow on a number of levels and we all have unique experiences we can share with one another. If you think about it, everyone needs to grow, even the super smart. Maybe they need to learn to make rockin’ great garlic mashed potatoes. Or maybe they’ve never had the opportunity to blow bubbles in their milk or plant a tulip bulb or hold a ladybug. Who knows… no one has done everything but everyone can learn from someone else.

When’s the last time you took a nap or ate a s’more or skipped somewhere?

So for me, my worrying about contributing to a conversation, I think I’ll work on not worrying about it. I’ve got almost 38 years of experiences and information wadded up in this bedhead of mine – I’m sure someone out there wants to hear a piece of it. My passion in life is the happiness in it, it’s work to obtain or acknowledge sometimes, but that’s my focus.

Remind me of that from time to time so I can stop trying so hard.

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