I was told yesterday that I’m high maintenance (“but not in a bad way” “I don’t think less of you for it”). Since I wouldn’t let it go, it was further revealed that it’s not so much that I’m high maintenance, but that I seem to expect a higher than average quality of things. I at first interpreted it as “uppity.” I’m not so much offended as I am puzzled. I was not aware that I projected this sort of an image. Of course, I’ve always existed in a circle of people who, for all their diversity, are pretty much like me. People who had a similar upbringing and have ended up (for now) in the same place in life.
This whole thing came out a short while after having a “we have absolutely nothing in common” conversation. I guess that’s really the crux of the matter. Two very divergent paths in life. Someone who never graduated from high school vs. someone who talks about college all the time because that’s where many of my friends are from and where I’ve been hanging out a lot recently (not to mention the sports, hello). A blue collar person vs. a white collar person. A white person whose friends are mostly black vs. a not-all-white person whose friends are mostly white. And to top it off, seemingly divergent ideas on where this not-even-a-relationship-yet relationship is going (or not).
I still don’t know what to think about it. It’s not like I’m posting this here so people can tell me “oh, no you’re not” because I don’t really believe that I am and if somebody did think that I guess I wouldn’t want to know. It’s just weird.





