I often find myself out and about having seemingly random conversations with strangers. People will stop me in the street and ask for directions. They’ll ask me where to find something in a shop. They’ll stop and chat as they go for a walk with their dogs whilst I tidy the front garden.
Someone will make conversation on the Tube in London. Where the typical etiquette is not to make eye contact, let alone utter a word to another human being.
I’ve even flown back from Bordeaux to London and spent the entire flight chatting to a woman sitting next to me, who apologised to my husband for keeping me talking. (He was fine with it as it gave him some peace for an hour or so.)
At networking meetings I meet the people I am meant to meet. Magically we seem to gravitate towards like minded people. So conversations flow easily. Most of the time we aren’t even talking about business. We are getting to know each other better and choose to meet up again as we often run out of time and there’s more to discuss.
And so now I can see that another thread throughout my life is that I am a confidante. People always seem to tell me their inner most thoughts and I am a trusted keeper of secrets. I don’t ask them to share. It just happens. And these days more frequently.