So I was thinking about this time when I was about 10, and I was in a singing class. This new girl joined us, it was her first day. I'd offered to help her out, excited by a new face.
WE'd not been singing long, when I realised that although she was making a noise, it was constantly a semi-tone or two lower than what the rest of us were singing.
I asked her outright "Are you tone deaf?"
She got very upset and left the room, crying I think.
Thing is no one really got angry at me, cos they knew me..they knew, I meant no harm. And after that incident-she knew.
I was just being honest, just being me, and just asking, if she had an issue she knew about, that prevented her from hearing the correct pitch to sing-as obviously this would impede her progress?
I didn't mean anything by it, I was interested and concerned.
We talked and she shrugged it off. We grew to be best friends.
I've never lost this part of me. I will always be that honest. But these days when I say those things that I mean to say-that I mean no harm in saying, there's not always someone around who knows me that well, to know that what I'm saying has no malicious intent, or maybe some people take me the wrong way because they have their own issues.
Either way, I still am who I was then. A faithful friend.
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