Remember that blog I did a few days back about the black and white house, well I finally had an upsurge of courage and rode my bike around to their place and made the visit. I knocked on the door and yes, it turned out well.
It all started out with me trying to conquer my aversion to talking to strangers. The plan was to give a gift to my neighbours and at the same time introduce myself. They live about 200 metres from my unit in a cute black and white house that I’ve always liked.
The day before yesterday I practiced my smile in front of the mirror. Smiles are funny things, don’t smile enough or smile too much and you can come over as disturbing. And I didn’t want to look disturbed. Having found the happy medium somewhere between the ends of the smiling spectrum I set off, present in hand. You might recall I decided to give them a pair of black and white porcelain ornamental shoes as decoration for the house.
As I was riding around to their place the thought went through my mind, what am I doing?….. if you want to make friends knocking on a complete strangers’ door is probably not in the top ten strategies. For whatever reason I was now committed and it really was not going to be the end of the world if it all turned pear-shaped. Anyway I had firmly decided that I would put myself out there and see what happened so that’s what I was going to do.
I was feeling confident as I’ve been enjoying my long-distance communications with Timm in San Diego, Juicer in The Big Apple, Vicki at Corner Paint in the Californian Mountains, Pamela in Austin Texas, Daisy Chain on the Gold Coast and MyfrenchKitchen in the Loire France so I reckoned I was ready to add the real face to face element to my conversations.
Within a few minutes I arrived at the house, lent my bike against the hedge and walked straight up to the front door. I knocked a few times and soon there was a person in front of me and then a second. I did the smile, introduced myself and explained the reason for my visit.
Although bewildered at first they were very friendly and receptive to my gesture. We talked for 15-20 minutes and found we were both long-time residents of the area and therefore had some basic history in common. They were lovely people.
It was mentioned that perhaps we could have coffee one day so the opportunity for another conversation or meeting is on the cards. I learnt that most conversations can be a dead end of sorts and you may never talk to that person again or you might just be passing acquaintances however once in a while you could really make a friend. All you have to do is make the effort.