For once, I'll try to stay positive all the way to the "why message me" section. This is challenging, I've honestly never done it before... oh wa-wa-wait... well, no matter!
I'll make it a dialogue, because I like dialogues. Greeks were certainly onto something, when they first invented the genre.
This conversation never happened, but it could have happened. T. and N. are actual people who some times talk to me, and have been doing it for almost ten years. So, I guess I can call them friends. They don't live hear any more though, and this is why this conversation is a little bit sad. The action is placed in the hall B of the Ben Gurion airport. Three of us wait for T's and N's departure.
N: And promise you'll do the blood test again in three month, after you've taken the vitamins.
Me: sigh Yes, N, I promise.
N: You know it's important, right?!
Me: Yes, yes, of course I do. Oh, and by the way, do you remember, your prof... the paper you red to us... that thing about how you did logistic regression on those molecules...
N: T., he's changing the subject. Don't change the subject!
T: Oh, come on N. You're trying to be just like my mother!
N: Says who?
T: No, you are actually more like Thomas Malory, the man never compromised not on any little thing, and ended up in jail. For his whole life, mind you! This is not how you gain influence... Machiavelli on the other hand...
N: Oh, not Machiavelli again.
Me: Sounds like you are boarding already. I probably...
N: No, no, it's OK, we still have a few minutes.
T: But we should probably get going, all this standing in the line... I can't wait to say goodbye to this place.
Me: Right, you should be going. You take care there, well, whatever.
N: You take care too, and skype us, you know we're online, well, most of the time. Weekends especially.
T: Oh, and my site, would you have a few moments this week, I need to add Google Analytics...
And off they went. Now that I think of it, T. knows me for fifteen years. That's the longest I've ever known anyone. My parents don't know me that well (they actually don't know me at all, but that's a separate story). But we never said anything more intimate then "hey would you mind fixing a thing or two at my site" or "want to go to the movies? I hear there are aliens and fighting and stuff..."
To be direct is to be against the human nature, it's awkward and it feels like you surrender yourself. Even if you trust that person with all you have - that's nothing compared to being sincere. It becomes ever more difficult to be sincere, the more things you've experienced. It's irrational, but who says it should be?