being human

When I work on business stuff and keep the stiff upper lip, thumb pinned against the terms & conditions, so sometimes talking to enough customers I can’t help but wonder what makes one so vigilant. Vigilant in pre-emptive defense. Why is my first reaction innate suspicion? Even talking in person I feel a little ashamed about it, upon reflection, because it’s indicative of something festering.

Like I understand if you get too chummy you’re asking for liability, but I gotta say, I think most people just are looking for a straightforward conversation with someone reserved enough. Or interested in something. Some sort of enthusiasm, or a story, get the play moving. Something. I don’t know. To relax. The only label I’d ever love is to be the storyteller, even if I will never deliver any. Live in your head all day regardless.

Who isn’t inclined to that chummy tendency even though it’s a liability waiting to unfold?

Sometimes you come across others who start crying if you’re too nice to them.

It reminds me always of this idea bouncing around:

Innocence is like a dumb leper who has lost his bell, wandering the world, meaning no harm.

Nature demands the strong, but surely it demands the jovial too.

What’s the point of conquering the world when you’re dead inside? Oh well. It’s best to keep a thumb on the terms & conditions.

Being human is great, but being no longer human is great too.