Getting To Know You (Part Two)

Now hopefully I’ll do this story justice because I heard it a long time ago:

The way I remember it, my grandfather and his brother, who hadn’t seen each other in years(1) were finally getting the chance to catch up with each other in my grandfather’s home.  They’d chatted for an hour, maybe two, when my grandfather stands up and essentially says, “Well . . . this has been nice, but I’m tired, so I’m going to go have a nap.  If you’re not still here when I wake up, it was good talking to you.”  Then he left the room.

He was serious.

Like I said, I knew the man, so this story didn’t surprise me in the slightest, and it makes me smile every time I tell it.  Many people never know what to do with it, and the way I figure it, if my grandfather ever feels the need to explain it himself, then he’ll do it.  I never tell this story so people can better understand him anyway.

But I’ll tell you this for free:

The example he sat for me that day, I’ve never managed to emulate.  I’ve come close from time to time, but at this time I’ve yet to fully master the art of being that aware of my needs, and that willing to ignore social mores to see that need met while simultaneously managing to be polite about it.

But I never stop trying, and if you can understand that, it becomes a lot easier to get to know me.

I guarantee it.

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(1)  I want to say on the order of a decade or more, but I’m not certain of that.

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