“Doug….Doug…Do you work here all night? I mean, do you have lights and work in the dark, or…or, or do you come back in the morning?”
Excerpt of a conversation I had Friday with Hannah.
I told my wife Friday night I think I’d just met a 4 year old female version of myself. It was so enlightening.
“What do you mean?” She asked.
Me: “Well, she’s so serious.
It’s just who she is.
Even at four years of age it’s hard-wired into her personality. ”
I’m currently building an addition on Hannah’s house. This wasn’t the first time our path’s crossed. In April, her mom and dad invited my wife and I over for supper to discuss their new addition. Hannah sat next to my wife at the dinner table. Wife told me Friday , she felt like Hannah had studied her the whole night.
Growing up, I was told I was way too serious on several occasions.
Inside I would be feeling just fine, having a gay old time but then mom or some adult would say something like that at a family get together and I would get all self-conscious.
Here’s an ancient picture of me when I was 3 in my lederhosen:
My friend Catherine said the first time she saw this picture she wanted to pinch those little cheeks. Don’t get any ideas.
I realized on Friday I have subconsciously looked @ my serious tendencies as a personality defect and a curse.
Repeat after me: ” Having a serious side to one’s personality is a beautiful God- given quality!”
In fact, I heard last week on the radio, some women think that guys who are readers are sexy.
The ironic thing is, I am a teaser, and behind my sometimes stoic expression lives a man who is a cross between Huckleberry Finn and Will Smith.
My given name is Douglas, which if you care to look it up, means “Dweller by the dark stream”.
Now if that isn’t deep I don’t know what is.
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