Welcome to our new Friday segment: Overly Sensitive Emma! Crockett is being all weird. Not speaking in tongues weird, just kind of off. Possible causes: work, his parents being in town, all his springtime house chores, scheduling upcoming trips, or the squirrels attacking his solar panels. The reason I don't actually know the cause: I ask and he doesn't tell me. What I automatically assume is the cause: me.
Why do I do that? There is absolutely no good reason for me to think that, and yet last night in every dream of mine I was trying to get him to tell me what was going on. He wrote notes that I never got, he told other people in whispers, but he never told me.
This is (obviously) less about Crockett than it is about me. My privacy threshold is.... well, I'm not actually sure where it is. My default state is 'overshare'. Intellectually I understand that not everyone is the same way. I know people who share sparingly and only with those that they trust. I am not one of those people.
To be clear, I have a vault. There are secrets in my vault - but they mostly belong to other people.
The problem comes in when I find someone's aversion to sharing personal. I'm willing to share every lil detail of my life, gosh darnit. As a matter of fact, you'd probably have to ask me very nicely if you wanted me to stop. Funny stuff, embarrassing stuff, stuff about getting dog poop on my hands, whatever. When other people aren't willing to share such details, I feel like it's because they don't want me, specifically, to know.
Repeat after me: secrets are not rejection.