You know people are talking behind your back when they both confront you separately in the same week, about the same issue. My friends, Ellen and Kari, verbally pulled me aside, sort of a like two separate interventions. While leading up to the confrontations, many scenarios of where they were headed danced in my nervous head. I scrambled mentally for a comeback to whatever I did wrong or would be accused of … I quietly rehearsed before they could ever finish their spiel. My comebacks?
“Well, maybe I have been drinking alot of vino, but really, it's not a problem.”
“That’s not what I meant; it just came out the wrong way.”
“Did I borrow that? I don’t recall.”
I felt relieved when the final probing question was, “Do you wear your helmet when you ride your unicycle?” At least this meant that I did not drink too much, say the wrong thing (again) or forget to return something. But what it did mean is that I was cornered with love and concern that felt bothersome and nice, all at the same time.