Dear Friends, Fellow Explorers, Curious Ones,
Today, I remember a stranger-woman in the bank who been telling me about she man who useta beat she. (Please note: I ain't ask the lady she business...she turn to me and start talking. Being a good citizen, I listen and commiserate).
Next thing I know, every Sheila and Shirley sitting near we turn to listen. Then the whole group of eavesdroppers throw in they two cents about what the woman should do.
And guess what!
The woman didn't mind. She listen to everybody advice. She enjoy the attention.
This sorta thing would kaffuffle a foreigner from a Big City, no? I ain't know. I always hear that people in Big City don't care what you do. They mind they own business. Anybody from Big City can confirm this for me?
Plenty times, in my own native land, I in a queue forming conversation with acquaintance, and I can see the ears of every man-and-woman-jack quivering with excitement.
In other words, my dears, we the people is just plain.....
I ain't gon lie. I can be a li'l fass too. But, ow, we need to have limits, no?
You can't dig people for they story just so plain out: "You married, why you ain't married, how much children you got, why you ain't got children, how much you buy that furniture for, if you don't mind me asking, how much rent you paying, if you don't mind me asking?"
Yes, I mind. And I does answer: "I don't want to say."
And if people start to dash too many questions, I learn to ask them: "Why you asking?" I say it in a soft, puzzled way. They never know how to reply. Hehe.
As a writer who love to collect experiences...my own and other people...of course I want to hear stories. But, I ain't prying.
As a human being in a community, I share stories too if I know they gon help the other person.
But I like me li'l privacy. Some things, nobody don't need to know. We got to know how to balance being fass with respecting privacy, nah?
When all is said and done, I don't know if I could handle the anonymous ways of Big City...or what I imagine Big City life to be.
I does wonder if this shortage of fassness is why so many people suffer from loneliness (even pre-covid).
It make me realise why we must call people we know who live alone. We ain't being fass. We only caring.
Plenty love, neena xx