April 28, 2008
While I was in Manitoba over the summer, I occasionally escaped the burning Prairie sun by browsing in Gimli’s comfortable second hand bookshop. On one visit, I happened to glance through this self-help book that was probably popular at some point called "How to Make Friends and Influence People". In the first chapter the author states that people love to talk about themselves and a sure way of winning friends is to allow people to talk, they will love you for it.
That was the thought process going through my head this morning as I talked my way from my own birth, through my childhood and relationships with my parents and siblings; what subjects I liked and disliked in school; the experiences I had at a Catholic girls boarding school; to my many months of globetrotting after graduation; to meeting Per and the gradual development of friendship to love.
I do enjoy talking. I always have. When there is no actual person around to talk to, I have no problem talking to myself for hours on end. There are times I catch myself talking out loud as I walk down the road to the train station. I also laugh at the things I say and the stories I tell myself. I am really quite amusing.
Of course, I found no need to include that particular information in the interview today.
Anyway, the interview this morning was not as terrible or as frightening as I imagined it would be. In my imagination, the social worker ran her fingers along windowsills checking for dust and examined our books, movies and CD’s as a means of judging our personalities and parenting skills. In my imagination she asked obscure questions that were impossible to answer correctly and the whole scenario was panic-inducing and humiliating.
In reality, the entire interview was conducted in a calm and relaxed manner and I felt quite graciously inclined toward this woman who listened so well to everything I said and even took notes. I quickly abandoned my nervousness because there is really nothing so lovely as talking about oneself to someone who simply listens.
I’ve strayed from the original point of this entry…I actually meant to be quite informative and impress you all but I think my giddy relief at simply having survived this weekend and this morning got the better of me.