I have been living in Illinois for just more than five months, and have known my colleagues just as long. I've hung out with a bunch of them outside of work for volleyball Thursdays, and have chilled with a select few at dinners, cards, and a puppet show.
So I've been able to get to know some of them personally and, in turn, they've been slowly getting to know me. And now more than ever - never have I ever appreciated getting to know myself through the perspective of other people.
I love saying something, like, "My absolute favorite TV show is House," and have one of them point out, "No it's not. Your favorite TV show is The Simpsons," which I inevitably have to agree with because I realize he's right.
Mike has pointed out that I say "Really!?" so often that it has become my catch phrase, and Brian has even formulated theories about me regarding how the brief periods where I didn't have a job has affected my life.
Whenever we approach a crossroad where there's traffic, I hear Mike yell something along the lines of, "Erika, for the love of God stop before you get hit!" because he knows I tend to take a few steps into the street before looking. And Heather will go with me anywhere because she knows I have a fear of getting lost and I don't know the city that well.
They don't know my past and only know me as I am today, so it's an fascinating perspective - one I've always wished I could have: A way to see myself through other people's eyes.
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