Not the Least Bit Curious
I have two brothers who talk incessantly about their lives, but they never ask me anything about mine. We communicate mostly by phone and group text. Increasingly, I’ve realized that if I don’t insert a comment about my life every now and then, they wouldn’t know much about me at all. I’m losing patience. Help!
SISTER
Your story reminds me of that ugly workplace phenomenon: when a woman makes a point to deafening silence in a meeting, only to have her male colleague applauded for the same one 10 minutes later. Your brothers seem disinclined to take you into account.
Point this out gently: “I’ve noticed an imbalance in our conversations. You two do most of the talking. I’m interested in your stories; I love you. But be sure to ask about mine too. It shows that you care.” It may take a few reminders, and it may not work at all — in which case, invest your energy in more satisfying relationships.
That’s Not What “Complimentary” Means
My boyfriend and I went to dinner at a new restaurant. We struck up a conversation with the manager, who kindly sent us a complimentary appetizer. We continued chatting with him, and he sent us a free dessert. When we got the check, we noticed that we’d been charged for the appetizer, but not the dessert. Not wanting to seem ungrateful (but truthfully, a little annoyed at being charged for something we didn’t order), we paid and left a generous tip. Should we have said something?
A.S.
How exactly is it “ungrateful” to point out nicely that you’ve been charged for a gift? This dynamic runs rampant in my mailbox: People are so afraid of seeming cheap (or drawing attention to money in commercial transactions) that they overpay and resent it, rather than point out simple errors. Next time, speak right up.
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