I had an experience today that I think perfectly sums up a lot of my social interactions, and thought it'd be interesting to share.
So, my roommate's brother comes over once a week to landscape our lawn (mowing, weed-eating). I wanted to learn how to mow/weed-eat in order to help the landscaping team at church, but didn't want to ask someone to teach me on the day of and/or mess something up. My own yard seemed like the perfect training ground.
Still, it was nerve-wracking to ask this guy to instruct me on how to use potentially dangerous equipment. I didn't know how hard/easy it would be: turns out, not that hard. To use the lawnmower, anyway.
After we finished yard caring, I was sweating and panting, my arms vibrating all the way up to my elbows. I needed water.
In the span of seconds, these were my thoughts:
"I'm so thirsty."
"He must be thirsty too, right?"
*sees him at the bottom of the sidewalk with his sister*
"Should I ask him? I shouldn't presume."
"But would it look weird? Like, too house-wifey? The last thing I want is for him to think I'm preferential."
"No, Im getting water, it's only polite."
"I'll ask him."
"Hey! You want water?"
"You want ice? Do we have ice?"
"I'll get ice." (I'm low-key panicking at this point. I just wanted to get the stupid water.)
As I opened the kitchen cabinets, I had another little inner dialogue. About cup colors.
"We have a lot of transparent ones at the back, two red ones, and a blue one."
"Not the ones from the back. That's trying too hard."
"Obviously, we can't have the same color. That would connect us in a way he didn't consent to."
"He would never know that."
"No, but I would. His sister might." (That's the worse scenario.)
"I'll use blue, he can have red."
"How much ice do I use? Not a lot, the water's more important."
"But I don't want him to think I'm skimping on ice... half a cup should be good."
"And don't give him too much water. We're not a brown-noser."
"When did this become plural?"
I got outside, gave him his water, then I realized my critical error. Since I brought him the cup, I was responsible for it. I could not leave until he finished the water.
Thankfully, I think he noticed. He drank it really fast and I asked him for it. No long, awkward silence. Just a short, slightly awkward conversation. No social faux pas.
Is anyone else like this? (I'm sure many people are, I'm asking for camaraderie.)