My whole life I’ve had this fear of a certain group of people: Professional men, the guy in charge. I’m pretty sure my dad put it there, or my mom of my dad “Just you wait until your father comes home” still makes me shiver a little. I’ve spent years trying to avoid them and learn how to deal with my irrational fear (which I know holds me back). Now I’ve had one of these fearsome creatures show up in my life and get this, he wants to be friends. Here’s the story so far: Guy comes in the store, we start chatting, he’s new to the area so I give him my usual welcome to the area treatment, but there is something engaging about his energy so I continue talking with him (it was quiet that day anyway). Turns out he’s a PhD, former anthropology prof from So Cal, moved up here to write. He gives me his email to check out what he’s writing and I’m thinking “how can this guy be a professor? I like him”. So he leaves the store and I quickly google his name. Sure enough there he is. Damn. So I email him, since I had said I would, not really expecting anything to come from it. Now we are exchanging almost daily emails, just chatting about whatever happens to come up and he might get hired on at HSU. My little mind is spinning, here’s this person that I’ve been trying to avoid/deal with (or not) my whole life and I actually like him, and he not only seems to enjoy my company, but he also keeps encouraging me to write and be creative- the total opposite of my dad. Every time I make a mistake or a wrong choice I can hear my dads “oh very good, very smart” dripping with sarcasm. I knew I could never measure up, and as an adult I kept on waiting for those “people in charge” to figure out what a fuck-up I am and send me back whence I came. Turns out at least one of them thinks I may be worth something. How insane is that? He engages my intellect in a way that it hasn’t been in a long time. That was the only reason I was thinking of going back for my Master’s was the intellectual stimulation. Maybe if I find the right people I can have that with no debt (aside from a tab at a bar). Wouldn’t that be nice? So I’ve faced one of my fears and found it groundless…but I still don’t always know how to act around my new friend. I’m sure if we continue the friendship things will settle down and I’ll feel comfortable sitting in his apartment and chatting while eating chocolate cookies and drinking tea. That is unless he discovers that I’m just pretending to be this together and mature…
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October 12, 2011 at 2:28 am
your local, loco professor
I have always had a similar fear, of men generally… My dad was very abusive to everyone in my family. He said that I would never amount to anything, which he also said to my older sister (now a domestic violence counselor) and my brother (now a millionaire lawyer)! I didn’t ever intend to get a phd; I just followed my heart and the universe let me walk down that path, step by step. I don’t think that I am a “professional” man, and I certainly don’t dress or act like one, but in the crazy world of anthropology, I guess that I am! I teach and research enough to pay the bills, and have lots of free time to read great blogs like this one!!!!! But I too have feared that “they” will realize that I’m not who they think that I am someday, and I’ll be tossed out with the garbage. In fact, that has happened, but I just got back up and started doing my thing again, undaunted. Talented, creative, and artististic people have no choice but to do their thing, no matter what ANYONE says… Meanwhile, tea and “biscuits” will always be available to Damma and her friends!!!!! It is MY pleasure to be getting to know her.
October 12, 2011 at 5:03 am
dammas
chocolate “biscuits”? you don’t want to put an open invite to all of my friends…trust me on that (I love all of them, but some of them are questionable). And you can use my real name here, I think everyone that follows this blog knows who I am. Thanks to the godless Facebook.
October 12, 2011 at 5:15 am
dammas
And I think anyone with a PhD. is a professional, whether they want to be or not. You (Local Loco prof.) are at least as professional as the “suits” that come into the store especially when you get talking about immigration. I just have to remember that in the store you (and they) are on my turf!
October 21, 2011 at 1:16 pm
yntf
It’s been 10 daze… Methinks that THIS story needs an update! It could also be a further spur to write and be creative!!!!! Are you getting more comfortable? I think you could use some more tea and biscuits… And, instead of running up a bar tab, a shaker of fine martinis has our names on it. Finally, as you have discovered, I have my own irrational fears, phd or no, and YOU are helping me to overcome them. Thanks for all that!
October 24, 2011 at 2:48 am
dammas
I think the story can and will stand on it’s own…I will write a new entry when it’s called for…I agree on the shaker of fine martinis…but you need to shake your hacking cough a bit more first (unless gin is medicinal…I should look that up…)