This afternoon my husband and I stepped into an elevator in a town away from home. We were only going a few floors and then out to dinner. Normally shy and reserved, I always look forward to the few moments of silence and reflection an elevator ride provides.
“Good afternoon, folks!” Just as the doors closed a man and his wife jumped through the opening. A happy, playful/sanguine man as well, my husband replied, “Hello, how are you doing?” I rolled my eyes. How can anyone see a brief ride in a small box with people you have never seen before or never will see again as an opportunity to make a new friend?
I’m sure you have heard the saying, “He has never met a stranger.” I heard it often growing up. Someone who is described that way is definitely a playful/sanguine person, always looking for a new friend.
However, to me, a purposeful/melancholy person, everyone is a stranger. It takes more than a brief “howdy!” to form a friendship. Spontaneous social situations are not fun or sought after. I prefer to stay in my comfortable little world of a few close friends.
What about you? Are you one of “those” elevator people?