Having grown up in a small town, I was ever-so-trusting when I first moved to Chicago.
“You like my style, and you’re not trying to make me attend a career seminar?” (Oh, those Mary Kay career women)
“Of course it’s safe to walk home at 3 a.m. by yourself after many drinks!” (truly dumb)
“You only need $16 to get your car off the tow truck? And you’ll give me your ID in exchange? And you have starving kids in that car?” (Why is it always $16 and why do I get this one every week?)
Needless to say, I’ve become jaded. I can’t be approached by a stranger these days without raising my guard. I immediately think the stranger wants something or is ready to tell me a lie. I’d like to think I’m more cautious or smarter about my surroundings. Probably I’m just a jerk.
Before I moved, I was even cautious about selling items on craigslist. “Will they try to rip me off?” “Should I really let potential serial killers into my apartment?” (Side effects from watching too much Dexter) However, quite nice, normal people bought my microwave and bookshelf. And in return, I bought this table and dining-chairs-turned-art-project from nice, normal people who were moving or replacing furniture (not trying to stab or steal from me).
So, are we all jaded or cautious for good reason?