I’m not sure if my friends noticed you eavesdropping on our conversation, but you were in my direct line of view from my seat at the dinner table. I could tell you were listening in, but we were in a public restaurant so to me it wasn’t a big deal. We had already chatted about personal stuff like a new boyfriend, visits to college, and plans for a new kitchen. But as our talk turned to diabetes I did notice you were listening in. You listened at we talked about glucagon. You listened to us talk about DKA. You listened as we discussed new CGMs and exercise. You listened as we talked about our last support group meeting and you listened as we got down to the business of planning our next one. I didn’t really mind - for all I knew, you could have been interested because you had a diabetes connection too.
As we hunkered down over our photocopied pages of topic ideas and discussion suggestions, you finally leaned in to ask us “Are you all teachers?”. We all kind of snickered - I did so because I certainly don’t feel expertly qualified to teach anything to anybody, I’m just trying to
When my friend told you we were planning a T1 diabetes support group, you said “Oh, you are all nurses.” We explained that no, we weren’t nurses, we were people with and parents of children with diabetes. (In fact, our table of five included four people with diabetes and two parents of kids with diabetes.) And then it happened. You launched into a tirade of how the problem with our country is obesity. I think we were somewhat taken aback and stunned into silence - I know I was. We tried to explain some facts to you but it was clear you weren’t listening. When my friend told you that she was exactly where she is supposed to be on the BMI you blatantly ignored her, even though it was you who had brought up BMI in the first place. You said something about making your living in insurance - trying to keep people from having to pay too much or something like that. In all honesty, I’m not really sure what you were blathering on about because by then I had pretty much tuned you out. I think we all had, because it was clear you had no interest in anything we tried to tell you. So we turned back to our notes and continued our meeting without giving you another glance.
It made me sad to realize something I know to be true, but luckily don’t run into all that often . . . . . .
sometimes people are just jerks.
An offended girl who thinks next time you should mind your own business and leave others alone with theirs.