I am now 90% sure I am only a customer to the teller, based on no new content in our friendly counter talk (if there was interest, she’d have added a new subject).*
And yet, I am not sad, in fact I felt rather energized and had a bagel at the coffee shop and laughed with a counter worker there about Year One… I guess simply because I’d faced up to the possibility of interest. (I.e., I didn’t avoid going to the bank today to avoid finding out if the chat was just chat. I deposit checks each day for my company).
That act was enough to engage my enthusiasm, which, to paraphrase Douglas Adams, was something I’d become concerned I may have lost.
I’d seriously felt like I couldn’t remember when last I’d been truly optimistic or capable of getting enthused.
*Still holding out hope she just acted pleasant and nothing beyond that due to coworker proximity… I’d love to find out I was foolishly assuming no interest. But as I have no social connection to her, there’s no way for me to mine for info. I don’t even know her name.
So, onward, world.