Hi All,
Thanks for turning this thread into a stimulating discussion. I wrote parts of this post a couple of days ago and parts of it today. Hopefully it will make sense. I tried, OK!
Portia,
but if someone starts asking what I do or how I live, I’m likely to be honest and folks, in general, don’t seem to like that. Some people do though, and it’s so refreshing when honesty is met with acceptance or even a mutual exchange of truly interesting information.And there's the rub. First handshakes/encounters are essentially a marketing tool of self. We are taught to lead with out strongest suit, expand on it, enhance it, trade on it, guard it, flaunt it and protect it at all cost. On the surface and maybe in reality, this seems pretty self serving. But on balance, the unspoken code has an inherant respond in kind reciprocity feature. After all, it's not good to pour new wine into old wineskins.
I personally am noodling the thought that too often our schooling in how to build a balanced and mutually nurturing relationship gets stuck in that 'handshake' stage, which in my opinion is about the equivalent of kindergarten where relationship building is concerned. On leaving a presenting social scene, or work scene, or conference scene, one immediately transitions right back, is indeed propelled back into their other world, their real world of loneliness, compulsive self examination, disordered thinking and a myriad of secret miseries. There are exceptions, of course, but shouldn't a culture produce more of the latter than the former? Or is my perception of how things really are completely skewed?
Loved the Dogbert bit!
Portia - TT, wonder if this is going where you might have imagined Ah Portia, remember INTJ's, don't think that way!

And by the way, have you ever considered applying anti perspirant to your palms on those occasions when you absolutely must do the handshake gig? Just a thought!
JanetG
About asking, Do you have children? can be touchy on several fronts. It's touchy for me because I lost two of my three children to sudden death in a private plane crash. When people ask me, Do you have children, or How many children do you have, I really don't know what to say. Though two of them are dead, I
still have three children. If I say, I have three children, the next question is usually, Where do they live? Then I feel very uncomfortable because it requires that I give further details. A way to avoid it would be to say, I have one child (which I simply can't bear to hear from my own mouth, because I have three beloved children). So I end up givng the briefest possible explanation and choose to the belief that their question held no malice.
Hi Beth,
I think overall this is an American trait - for whatever reason. As a whole, our culture leans toward the positive and also toward over-exuberance in general.You're right. Compared to other western cultures, we Americans are like adolescents on steroids. We bounce around the feet of the world like friendly puppies as if to say, Oh, hey look at me. Pat me on the head. Give me a bacon bit and we'll be friends. I'm really nice, pinky swear, I really am! Wherever one travels around the world, identifying 'the Americans' is so easy because of our not yet refined friendly puppy mannerisms. Again, seasoned travelers may not exhibit the friendly puppy mannerisms, but I guarantee you that if it's a group of American students or a mixture of folk from other cultures, the American stands out because of the over-exhuberance you mention. I'm not criticizing, just an observation and personal opinion. I love my country, and its people.
Ami,
Humor, YES! I wish I were not so intense...Do you think there might be a humor school somewhere I could attend for a quick course?
Ami - How do I maintain my "wholeness" and be a genuine person at the same time.? This is my question. I am trying to figure this one out. Me too!
CB,
We have all kinds of little social cues in our culture. The hand shake. The polite small talk. Even the bragging and posturing gives me a clue about the character of the person I am talkling to. This is what has my mind in a whirr lately. It's the chasm that exists between the acceptable social cues we are so masterfully taught and our flagrant exhibition of them even when the hand we grasp in that initial handshake may be that of fellow human who is barely surviving life on any level. And, who is socially forbidden to say so for fear of being marginalized in just about every facet of their life. On the other extreme if a soul comes along who is given to refreshing others with honesty, acceptance, mutuality, a willingness to address some of the deeper, less talked about human issues , they quite possibly may be rebuffed, and viewed with a jaundiced eye. In both instances, I think it's because we've been conditioned generally to feel comfortable with others most often only if we are operating according to the established code of that first handshake which falsely communicated that all is well when it really isn't. This may be no more than a weak working theory, but it has occupied my mind a lot this last ten days or so. I don't have the solution I just know that a terrible void exists between a) The first handshake and b) The opposite extreme of our humaness, our utter vulnerability. We are functionally illiterate in our understanding of the big picture of our humaness. It doesn't help unbend my mind pretzels that I am a big picture thinker.
lighter -
Loved the story. After you've been peed on so much, it's just the most natural thing in the world to get pissed off!
The Suit's opening line,
So what is your story was, I believe, a dead giveaway that he was setting you up to listen to his story and maybe to share your entire meal????.

What do you think the Suit would have said if you'd pushed the plate of fries in front of him and told the server to put them on his bill. Then order another for yourself? Ooops, just saw that Sela made the same suggestion. Right on, Sela!
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ela - Wouldn't that be like giving big supply? Isn't that likely what they dude wants anyhow? A reaction he can eat up? For sure...love it!
Storm - Yes, introductions are fake here in this culture, and especially in this nation. I think that's because there's very little here, in the way of human interaction, that doesn't start out false. And I think that's because there's very little here, in the way of human interaction, that doesn't start out as a contest.What you say brings to mind Alexis DeTocqueville's DEMOCRACY IN AMERICA, where he made some staggeringly astute observations and predictions about America in its infancy that ended up being dead on.
A part of growth and maturing is the adolescent stage. I'm not putting us down, just observing and remembering a Frenchman, was it the president? reminding our President not long ago that France was a very old country. Our adolescence shows, but France's nose isn't getting any shorter, is it?
Storm - And that business about single mothers having a hard time finding good men? It's because the men don't want to be responsible for some other man's kids. Now, how much more conditional can it get, than that? And how much more clear and obvious does a warning sign have to be?
Storm - Because: Most of 'em [not all, but most] wouldn't care enough, they wouldn't invest enough, they wouldn't be there in a healthy supportive way, they wouldn't teach character and integrity. 'Cause they just can't extend themselves to care for another man's kids.I know you know it, but it's just not always like that! With dyed in the wool N's, and a variety of other abnormal approaches to life, yes, but not across the board.
My two widowed daughters-in-law each found husbands who are the exception to your observation. They have been totally invested in fathering my six grandchildren whose natural father died. They've worked hard to provide for them, encouraged, and nurtured each one into adulthood (the youngest of the six is now 18). Neither of the men had money, But they put their shoulder to the wheel with my daughters-in-law with resolve to be good parents to my son's children, even paying college tuition up front so the kids don't graduate up to their ears in debt. I am very grateful!
bean - wow, what a great thread teartracksGlad you like it bean. I'm enjoying it too!
CB - P.S. Mud, I loved your explanation of the value of social norms. You did a good job of getting to the basics. Yes, you did Mud, though I have ended up challenging parts of your thinking.
Mud -
A facade of stoic endurance and exaggerated integrity encourages people to be self reliant and to use sparingly the emotional and material resources of others.Having been thoroughly steeped in the belief that a facade of stoic endurance and exaggerated integrity (is that an oxymoron?) and using the emotional and material resources of others sparingly and with great care (going green) is exactly what caused me to crash and burn seven years ago. The childhood abuse was displaced (thanks for introducing us to that term Storm.) with a counterfeit belief system that taught me stoic endurance and exaggerated integrity ('the handshake' that said, all is well, no not well, very, very well). I understand that you're not talking in absolutes in your comments, but there's a missing link, a huge void in how we perceive and address what lies between the extremes mentioned here. I can't reconcile how things are on the subject of 'first handshakes' compared to what I think the next logical steps could or should be, but my mind keeps telling me I ought to try. I suppose it's the idealist in me.
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Smiling faces sometimes pretend to be your friend
Smiling faces show no traces of the evil that lurks within
Smiling faces, smiling faces sometimes
They don't tell the truth uh
Smiling faces, smiling faces
Tell lies and I got proof
The truth is in the eyes
Cause the eyes don't lie, amen
Remember a smile is just
A frown turned upside down
My friend let me tell you
Smiling faces, smiling faces sometimes
They don't tell the truth, uh
Smiling faces, smiling faces
Tell lies and I got proof
Beware, beware of the handshake
That hides the snake
I'm telling you beware
Beware of the pat on the back
It just might hold you back
Jealousy (jealousy)
Misery (misery)
Envy I tell you, you can't see behind smiling faces
Smiling faces sometimes they don't tell the truth
Smiling faces, smiling faces
Tell lies and I got proof
Smiling faces, smiling faces sometimes
They don't tell the truth
Smiling faces, smiling faces
Tell lies and I got proof
(Smiling faces, smiling faces sometimes)
(Smiling faces, smiling faces sometimes)
I'm telling you beware, beware of the handshake
That hides the snake
Listen to me now, beware
Beware of that pat on the back
It just might hold you back
Smiling faces, smiling faces sometimes
They don't tell the truth
Smiling faces, smiling faces
Tell lies and I got proof
Your enemy won't do you no harm
Cause you'll know where he's coming from
Don't let the handshake and the smile fool ya
Take my advice I'm only try' to school ya