"Hi darling, it's me."
"Bonjour mon amour, c'est moi." (Translation for you non-Francophiles: Hello my love, it's me.)
We all have those people in our lives who can get away with simply saying, "...it's me," and we instantly know who it is. Or, transversely, we can say it to them and they will know who we are.
Being able to get away with an "it's me" is a bit of a personal privilege that is reserved for the closest of the close in one's life, and that is how it should be. I remember when Dan first started to say "it's me" to me on the phone and I loved it. It was like we had reached a point where formalities were a thing of the past and closeness had begun. It was sweet and loving and comfortable all at the same time.
And yes...I know he has an English accent which would have given him away every time, but I think you can smell what I'm cookin'.
Or, when parents say "it's me" it is from a place of familiarity and solidarity that we accept this. They are voices that we have heard since the beginning of our time and if anyone deserves to say it, it is them.
Then there are the friends - the family that we choose. They can pull out the "it's me" card as freely and openly as they can make fun of you for that time that they drew on your face while you were sleeping and laugh with you while reminiscing of past mischievous frolics. An "it's me" from a friend is a way of acknowledging the bond and validating the closeness.
I had always known without really thinking about it the unspoken rules of using an "it's me" on someone. It is something that happens naturally and without question...for most people. However, it was brought to my attention that perhaps not all people are privy to this particular social nuance.
The other day at work I had someone, who I know only through work, call me and say simply, "Hey, it's me." This left me on the other end of the phone with absolutely no clue. I stood there racking my brain trying to figure out who had just inappropriately slung an "it's me" my way. I felt betrayed and frustrated. Trying to act as professional as I could I simply said, "I'm sorry...who is this?" The person then casually revealed who they were and I was shocked.
I am SO not on an "it's me" basis with this person. Not by a long shot - and for some reason it kinda bothered me. And by "kinda bothered" I mean, I really didn't like it.
A) It put me in a weird position
B) It felt forced and like this person was expecting something from me
C) It seemed out of place at work and just not professional
Perhaps I am just a total weirdo with no real ground to stand on here, but it just rubbed me the wrong way. The "it's me's" in my life that I respond to are people that I have cultivated relationships with and care about deeply. People who have been there through the good, the bad and the really bad. People who know my favorite movie and color and I, theirs. It's those people who get to throw out the "it's me" - not random people I hardly know.
Am I a total freak for feeling this way? Should I just pull the stick out and get on with my life?
Actually, I will answer the latter and the answer is yes, but it just felt like a 'Social Norm: Interrupted' and I did not like it.
What about you, my lovely reader? Are there any social norms that you are sticklers for? Perhaps you hate people calling you "Hun" or you can't stand loud people in restaurants. Maybe you are repelled by weak handshakes or insincere smiles. Whatever it is, I would love to know.
Partly to learn a little more about you.
Also to feel better about my "it's me" neurosis. I'm just being honest here.
What really puts you off in seconds? Oh do tell...