The other day, I noticed a certain insincerity about myself. I bumped into someone I have not seen for a while and said this: “How are things going for you?”
I know that this is a common if not perfunctory greeting. But in this case—and such is often the case—I found myself uninterested as the person I had chanced to see verbally listed the various items about their present life they felt defined how things are going.
I didn’t really listen.
Instead, my mind wandered off to a corner and leaned against the wall picking at peeling paint chips.
Once my acquaintance finished speaking, I tossed out a couple of meaningless details about my life at present, not acknowledging anything he had said.
Only after we parted did I question my own behavior.
What kind of behavior is this? Would it hurt me to really listen? Am I too busy for authenticity? Did my acquaintance notice my disingenuousness? What might I have gained from a sincere exchange?
I suppose the only way to answer my questions is to try a little sincerity at the next opportunity.