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.
Him: [silence.]
And, friends, it wasn't the silence of disagreement. It's okay, you can admit to it, too.
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Why is everyone looking at me? I said Obama is the man, not my man crush.
But who knows. Maybe Obama looks cool in a crisis, but he also is freaking out inside his head.
Hmmm, I sense a bit of defensiveness here, almost as if we've hit on a nerve... ; - )
I admire people who can freak out only inside their heads instead of externally. That would be such a step in the right direction for me. Although in comparison to my coworker, I'll probably live longer without internalizing all the stress.
Oh good, I was going for the "Methinks thou dost protest too much" angle on that one.
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