They think about it, whatever “it” is, but never actually say anything. I often find myself finding out about things just before they happen or when it’s too late. Nothing seems to help motivate my introverted, introspective family members to speak up.
What is this disconnect between brain and mouth? Now, don’t get me wrong; it’s probably better that they don’t say EVERYTHING they think of, but a little more would help.
“We think about it. We just get distracted,” they answered.
“Squirrel!” I said—the universal word for “I’ve been distracted.” One family member, who shall remain unidentified, replied, “I think I’ve gone past ‘squirrel.’”
Hmm … what is worse than squirrel? “Pie!” I commented. I really don’t know where “pie” came from. We’re not a big pie eating family, but there it was.
“Pie is more distracting than squirrels,” was another family member’s reply. Everyone SILENTLY nodded in agreement.
And with that, we were “squirreled” or “pied” away to the topic of lunch. No conclusions, no lessons learned, just a moment in time and a new code word. Could it be the new “squirrel”?