So the last few days have been quite interesting. Mini me got his first pimple - you'd swear the world was ending. And we had to go on yet another excursion to get him new clothes. I swear the boy is putting miracle gro on his Wheaties. The former has shown me how much he has grown as he is starting to take a keen interest in his appearance. Clothes shopping though taught me a lot.
I say it taught me a lot because of something that happened. You see, one of the places we stopped at was a Halloween Costume shop. While there a young girl, who appeared to be about mini-me's age, and her friend, walked up to him. Well one of them had like a godzilla doll and stated " I pick you." Mini me didn't even acknowledge their existence. To say I was confused is an understatement.
Well when they walked away, I asked mini me if he knew them. His response was " Oh, they are in two of my classes." Needless to say I was even more confused as mini me tends to be an extremely outgoing person,, and the one girl I distinctly remember him being friends with a couple years ago. Come to find out, mini me doesn't like these two. Says they are gossipy.
As we talked some more, and I laid out what seemed to be the GDP of Norway to get him new clothes, mini me laid out what he ignored them. Simply put he doesn't trust them. That really made me stop and think for I am the same way. Perhaps I am a tad bit more tactful as I actually wouldn't have ignored them. Perhaps I would have been extremely short and to the point ( not sweeet) but I at least would have acknowledged their existence.
Is this right that mini me has learned this from me? That I don't know. I do know that he is normally very outgoing, so his actions took me by surprise. I guess the silence speaks volumes. Perhaps the difference lies in our aspects. He is just a child, whereas I need to operate with a modicum of professionalism about 9 hours a day.
Looking back on it I can see where friendships I have had degenerated into little more than short talk necessary when I ran into a person whom I used to call friend. In a very few of those, do I actually lament the loss of that friendship. Those generally tend to be those friends I grew up with where, when I hit mini me's age, things just drifted apart.
I hope he learns to be more tactful, but I can understand his need to hold part of himself back. In the end, I think we all do.
