Being A Good Friend Is Hard

Sometimes a good friend can see what we don't...
Sometimes a good friend sees what we don’t…

Good friends can often see our blind spots.  It takes courage to tell us stuff we don’t want to hear, but they are there to comfort us when life is rough.

Recently a friend shared an observation which she’d kept to herself for years. What she said kind of hurt, but I wish she’d spoken up sooner. As I thought about obsessed over it more, I cycled through the possible motivations for silence and sharing. It could be a desire to not sway my choices (though decisions made on inaccurate observations are inherently flawed.) It could be that she doubted the strength of our friendship (sometimes when told something we don’t want to acknowledge, we lash out.) Maybe she kept her silence until she thought I could handle the truth. It could be a combination of these, and other factors. I try not to dwell on the reasons I cannot know, and instead, appreciate the fact she finally did speak up.

Sometimes life feels like a corn maze.  The greater design of my life is a mystery to me. I’m so focused on the day-to-day that I can’t see anything beyond the space my feet occupy.  Actually, I tend to see what I want to and rationalize the rest. That’s where a good friend can be invaluable.

Offering superficial approval, passive agreement, and placating compliments is easy. Being a good friend is hard.

My hope is that we can all have a good friend- and be a good friend to someone.



Advice is like socks for Christmas: most people don’t ask for it, and they already have a drawer full- ignored and unused.

Advice should only be given when requested, and then, in moderation.

04-05 Socks


TrifectaPicture11-1This is my response to the Trifecta weekend challenge:  We want you to give us thirty-three words of advice.  Your advice can be to anyone or about anything.  We only ask that you make it uniquely yours.

I have a policy against giving advice because I know enough to know I don’t know as much as I think I know.  Did you follow that? 🙂  Okay, I will give my opinion when prodded, but I prefer not to!

Have a beautiful weekend!  (Um, this is more of a suggestion than advice….)

Assuming the Liability of Assumptions…or Something Like That

I can’t recall the steps to proper research methodology, but I do remember one thing my Research Psychology professor told the class on the first day.  Are you ready for this?

“Don’t ever assume.  It makes an ASS out of U and ME.”

I think the shock that he cursed in class glued the phrase to my brain.  My parents must be so proud to know that several hundred dollars spent on course enrollment and text books yielded this single pearl of wisdom that has stayed with me all these years.  My glass is half full, though:  at least I have a memento from this class – I dumped every last bit of Brief Calculus outside the classroom door after my final exam.

A diskette...anyone remember these?

Even though I’ve never forgotten this advice, I haven’t always adhered to it.  Several years into my insurance career, I had mailed a diskette to an agent’s office with files to update their policy issuance system.  I included what I thought were detailed instructions on installing the files.  Still, they called me because the files wouldn’t install.

Over the phone, I walked the woman through the process.  She told me the computer was making lots of noise, but nothing else was happening.  I commented that I had tested the diskette before mailing it, so I was concerned that it got damaged in the mail.  Then she asked me, “Oh, was I supposed to put that square thing in the computer?”

Um, well….I had assumed.

Over the many years I have been doing my job, I have learned to word my communications carefully so as not to cause undue confusion.  I write to the level of the least familiar user and pay special attention to how sentences are structured.  This training is an asset at work, but a curse in real life, because I can’t stop myself from over-analyzing the simplest of statements.

A couple of recent examples:

  • Over the weekend, we received an email regarding an upcoming Cub Scout meeting.  Within the email, was this instruction:  “Bring Webelos Handbook and Class A Uniform.”

This is the first meeting since the recruitment session we went to, so I am clueless.  I wondered if they meant to bring the book and wear the uniform, or just to bring both (in case they would like to explain patch-placement to us newbies.)  I was forced to ask what could be perceived as a dumb question, because they (wrongly) assumed that I would know.  (If you’re curious, they wanted my son to wear the uniform.)

  • I get a fair number of emails from businesses trying to sell me stuff.  I don’t open most of them, but last week, one  got my attention.  The subject line read:  “Buy A Jacket, Get Pants Half Off.”

My first thought?  Thanks anyway, but I prefer to wear my pants fully.

I know what they meant, but the word order made me chuckle.  They assumed their message was clear, but they must have realized the ambiguity because a couple days later, I received another enticing email with this subject line:  “Buy A Jacket, Get 50% Off Pants.”  This was a much more attractive offer.  Nobody wants to see me with pants half off 🙂

Do you have a story where assuming got you into trouble?  Do you over-analyze what you read (or am I just weird?)  What surprising piece of advice have you found most useful in your life?  I’d love to read if you’re willing to share!