My Own Kind of Normal

When I was in my senior year of high school (go Wildcats!) I was in a car with my boyfriend and a good friend, Tracey, when Tracey turns to me and says, "You know what's wrong with you?"

(Is there ever a good response to that question?)

"The problem with you is," Tracey went on to say, "you're like a smorgasbord and people want to eat their dinner one bite at a time."

She went on to tell me how I don't hold anything back, and that's too much for people. I overwhelm them, and that's why people don't know how to react to me or how to be my friend.

I'm not sure, at that moment, I was entirely aware that I had a problem making friends, as I had a good friend group, but whatever. Tracey seemed to think I had a problem. And thanks to her, I did.

I went to university with this burden, this albatross around my neck telling me the "way" I was a friend was the wrong way. My Aunt Jean kindly told me that one day, I'd find my people. People who could appreciate my open, guileless nature. And I did--thank goodness!

But lately, I've been learning about my Gallup Strengths—and I'm #1 RELATOR. Holy guacamole, am I ever a Relator.

Relators don't hold anything back. They enjoy getting intimate quickly, both giving and desiring openness. There's no "warming up" period with Relators; if they want you "in", and you want "in",'re in. But yeah, if you don't want in, and you resist the pull of the Relator, then you can still be friends, you just won't be in one of the Relator's inner circles.

This is totally me! I make friends quickly and easily, I put people at ease, and I offer all I can to everyone I meet. And more often than not, people reciprocate. And if they don't, that's okay, too. I promise I'm not creepy. 😀

It's just so great to know that I'm not actually creepy, but my own kind of normal.

Namaste, my friends!

ali 💛