I stole this post off Facebook this morning, as it encapsulates my thinking on certain folk. The people who you consider friends. Or rather, considered friends. The people who, when you talk passionately about your pursuits or dreams, suddenly change the subject or look away in mild embarrassment. You tell them you want to be a writer and they stare at you like you have two heads. The people who make snide comments and sarcastic asides. The people who hurt you.
I know everyone isn’t a reader. I get that. I’ve had the whole ‘I don’t have the time to read’ or ‘reading isn’t really my thing’ debate multiple times. I’ve had people proudly inform me that they haven’t read a book since school. I’m never quite sure how to respond to that. They look so pleased with themselves. What are they expecting? A medal? A round of applause? It slightly baffles me, but that’s not even the issue. We are all different and that’s their right.
What hurts are those who completely miss the point. It doesn’t matter if I’m writing a book, or building a spaceship or inventing a vaccine for coronavirus. I don’t want your money, I’m never going to beg you make a purchase. If you don’t want to, then that’s fine. But perhaps a crumb of interest? A smidgeon of support? You don’t have to quickly change the subject or develop a sudden interest in your fingernails. All I ask for is recognition that you are there for me.
Do you know people like that? They can talk all day about what they are up to, what their kids are doing. They tell you about every work related drama and ache or pain they have. Yet when you dare to gently turn the subject around to your hopes and dreams their eyes start to glaze over and they look mildly aggrieved, as if an unpleasant smell has invaded their flaring nostrils. It’s unnecessary and it hurts. Don’t be that person. Ever.