It's pretty dreary out today, so I did an exercise video rather than the walk I'd planned. Then I returned a call from a friend, who likes to ask a lot of questions. I seldom ask questions, unless they are of a general nature: how is your knee feeling? what did you do on the weekend? I wonder if my friend was a proscecutor in another life, and I was a witness on a stand pinned like a bug. I'm comfortable deflecting questions these days if I don't want to reveal information, but I had to practice for years to get to this stage.
I don't like to be grilled. But also, I don't like my own answers. At my age everything seems impossibly complex and condensing responses not accurate. Those who know me well don't want to hear my answers because they go on way too long. I'm not satisfied with the standard replies.
I did my friend a favor. I avoided serious answers, and asked her about herself. It's a jungle out there, and I have to have my defenses in place to chat. This conversation business is not easy!
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