Conversation with coworker this afternoon, with us discussing how other people in our office seem to think he's Mr. Cool Head in a Crisis.
Him: They seem to see me as this person, who, when presented with a problem, thoughtfully sits back and says "well, this is certainly a wrinkle. Let's think about constructive ways we can solve this."
Me: Right. They see this calm exterior, but really, inside you're freaking out.
Him: Yeah, they don't see that. They seem to have confused me with someone else, with Obama! He's my hero.
Me: Admit it, he's your man crush.
And, friends, it wasn't the silence of disagreement. It's okay, you can admit to it, too.