You know, this thing struck me about blogging recently… It’s made me have more faith in people, not less. I’ve always been the kind of person who tends toward suspicion, even as a child. I remember going to work with my father one day, I think I was about twelve, another executive had brought his little boy, he was about half my size. It was a more trusting time, but I wasn’t a trusting child.
I remember walking around the studio holding his hand in mine and feeling responsible for him. We were walking down halls and in and out of offices, and drafting rooms, and saying hello and moving on. Most of the people we came across were chatty and in groups and (I think) happy to see the rare child in their midst. But then we walked into an office where a man sat all by himself. (And no, babies, it wasn’t Woody Allen.) He seemed too interested in us, too talkative, and wanted to show us something which I remember politely declining, and propelling my little friend away from him, and dragging him down the hallway as fast as I could. We got on the elevator and I took my small friend directly back to my father’s office. I think we had ice cream in the commissary afterward. Everything was fine. The man in the office hadn’t said anything inappropriate, he just made the hair on the back of neck rise.
I don’t know. Maybe I’ve just never trusted guys who wear corduroy jackets.
Anyway, back to the point. Beside the various obvious dark alleys of the Internet and places I shouldn’t, and don’t, stray into… This has been a positive, a more than positive experience. It’s astonishing how good people are, and how willing to befriend, and anxious to communicate. I love it here.