If you don’t live in the upstate of South Carolina, it would behoove you to understand before reading this that it has been raining here for the past 84 days (or so it seems). It’s been weeks on end of wearing my L.L. Bean duck boots, whether they match my outfit or not. I promise, dear reader, I’m normally fashionable enough not to wear navy shoes with black pants, but I’m running out of outfit options and I’m not about to have soggy shoes.
Rain brings the bane of my fellow teachers’ existence: indoor recess. It’s getting bad, y’all. At least I don’t have to supervise said ludicrous activity; I just have to figure out a way to channel all that pent up energy into learning (ha!). My heart goes out to all the classroom teachers who have to convince their students that yet another day of playing Uno is a grand way to spend their break time.
And then there’s my philosophy regarding grocery shopping on rainy days, namely, not doing it. Something about wet plastic bags seems deviant from sanity. And with your hands full of them, forget about an umbrella. You pull up your hood and hope for the best, knowing deep down there’s no hope for your bottom half. Your jeans won’t dry for hours. But when we find ourselves eating breakfast for dinner for the third time in a week because grits and pancake mix are about all we have to make a meal out of, it’s time to suck it up, buttercup. At least my fellow shoppers share my woes, and they usually get discussed if the line is long enough.
I find it so fascinating that weather is the topic of small talk more often than not. No matter if you’re standing in line at Wal-Mart or conversing casually with a coworker in the break room, we can always strike up a conversation remarking on the extreme temperature, commenting on the beautiful sunshine, complaining about the persistent rain. And I think that’s because no matter who you are, we share that. As long as you’re in the same geographical location, it’s a connection point.
But that’s about where it stops. I’m really good at small talk for about thirty seconds before I withdraw back into my turtle shell. With as many mini conversations as I’ve had about the rain lately it makes me wonder… what else do we share that we’re not talking about?
I think it’s healthy to be occasionally overwhelmed by sonder, “the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own.” No, it’s not a real word, but it’s an internal reality we all experience and it’s included in Urban Dictionary, so I think it’s on the table for use (maybe not judgment-free use, but use nonetheless). Regardless of age, social status, or even beliefs, we come in contact with fellow image-bearers of our Creator everyday. They too have thoughts, emotions, fears, goals. Some might even be the same as our own.
I’m not proposing that we all turn into hyper-extraverts and become best friends with the lady in the aisle with us at Target, nor am I advocating for total disregard of the privacy of your acquaintances. It doesn’t require you to pry tactlessly into places where you don’t belong. But what if, just maybe, we have more in common than simply the current state of our atmosphere? And what if we got out of our heads for long enough or paused our schedule for long enough to find those commonalities?
Whether it’s a coffee date with a friend or politely engaging with a stranger for just a few seconds, I think we’ll find intentional connection is good for the soul. We can do it introverts, I promise. Besides, it’s not like we’ve got outdoor plans today.