I’ve always been slow to the table. Whether it is the inherent Brit in me, too shy, too proud, too embarrassed, too polite; it’s hard to say what the reason. Apparently I’ve always ‘taken my time’ with things. This is all very well when you are young, but as you age you do start to realise time is running out.
A driving instructor once said to me, ‘You appear very calm on the surface but underneath I can sense you paddling away.’ I thought his comment summed me up perfectly.
Some are born confident, happy to ask favours. They have the charm, the sophistication, the forthrightness; call it what you will. While I may appear fairly confident, and in many situations I am (thanks to maturity), when it comes to asking for help, I falter. I don’t know why, it seems to be a part of my nature.
Thanks heavens then for social media. It is so much easier for me to type a comment or request than to verbalise it.
I suppose my biggest fear in asking for help verbally is getting a refusal. It hasn’t happened often but my sensitivity reminds me of the negatives, and rarely the positives. I guess this is my failing.
It seems to be very different when using social media. People seem so much more receptive and willing to RT or share or like or leave a comment. Perhaps because like me, it is easier to type than to say something out loud in reality.
‘Tis a curious thing.