What’s That Like?

When I travel to see my sister on the other side of the country, I always get an aisle seat. The fear of  blood clots killing me–were I to not get up every hour or so–make an aisle seat both necessary and thoughtful of my row mates. On my last trip, I met a woman–trapped in the center seat–who was so interesting that I went the first two and a half hours without getting up to stave off a near certain death by clot. Her way of conversing is what made her so lovely to spend time with.

We discussed chronic pain, opioid usage, attachment parenting, atheism, progressivism, veganism, and the death of a child. Our exchange was open and easy. Unlike many social situations where I think, “OK, now what are we are going to discuss,” the time we had was without reservation.

I’ve been thinking about this woman for a while now and trying to pin down what it was about our conversation that allowed for intimate disclosures and honest vulnerability. I think I figured it out. She asked, several times, “What’s that like?”

When I told her about the work I do, as a co-mediator in a practice that focuses primarily on family conflict, she asked. “What’s that like?”

When I told her about the connection between my dietary choices and my yoga practice, she asked, “What’s that like?”

When I told her about nearly anything at all, she asked, “What’s that like?”

What a perfect way to show ignorance and subsequent interest. Through the very structure of her three word question, she was able to convey that she knew nothing about the topic and had a desire to hear about it. This does not mean that I, alone, would be her forever source of information about co-mediation, veganism and yoga, or any other subject that came up. Instead, it means that I was the initial source of information.

Here I was, 35,000 feet in the air, sharing what I would consider fairly mundane pieces of my experience. (“Mundane” in that I am so steeped in my routines that I cannot objectively see them as inherently of interest.) And this woman appeared genuinely rapt by exercising the simple inquiry of “What’s that like?”

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The short time we spent together transformed what many would consider a seven-hour jail sentence into a life-changing event. As hyperbolic as that characterization might sound, I intend to incorporate “What’s that like?” into my conversations. As a listener, there is no shame or embarrassment in admitting ignorance so long as there is an openness to learn more.

When you travel, do you feel “trapped” on airplanes?

I’m curious: “What’s that like?”

5 thoughts on “What’s That Like?

  1. Enjoyed reading this. Simple way to engage in conversations without being intrusive, yet showing interesting the other person. I will give it a try! ❤️M

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  2. As someone who has always been a bit socially awkward, those three words are good to remember when trying to engage in conversation. My main go-to trick to avoid social anxiety is to keep the other person talking as much as possible while I smile and listen!

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