Not man people would describe me as shy. Still, sometimes I have a hard time just saying hello.
Last week, I had an orientation assignment – a list of 12 places, and we had to visit 10 of them, talk to people at 5.
I’ve gotten a little better at talking to people, but its still easier for me when I can point to a specific story idea, hide behind that sense of legitimacy. I’m so afraid of bothering people, of being seen as a nuisance who has no right to poke my nose where it doesn’t belong. Yes, I know that’s exactly the point, for a lot of types of Journalism, but not for mine. And I’m still uncomfortable bothering private citizens, walking up to someone in the park and saying, “Hello, I’m a Reporter,” and awkwardly asking them a few questions. I’m petrified of rejection.
I didn’t talk to anyone at the first four places I went to. Granted, there was no one at the Blind Boone house. But it would have been easy to talk to someone at the high school, or the historical society. But I was nervous. Whenever I think of approaching someone, I get a certain fight-and-flight response. I ask myself if there’s anyway I can get out of what I’m about to do. Not having an option is usually the only thing that can propel me forward.
And it’s very, very silly. I get rejected and feel embarrassed about 2% of the time. The other 98% of the time, things go fine. We have a little chat, things are easy. Sometimes it’s better – sometimes people tell me something really fascinating. Assignments like this are just what I need, and every time, it’s getting a little bit easier. Ultimately, putting yourself out there, talking to people – that’s the secret, and not just in journalism. Every time I go to that party I wasn’t sure about, every time I introduce myself, every time I decide to stop lurking in the shadows and just ask someone if it would be okay for my to take a photo – every time, I’m rewarded. New friends, new contacts, new stories, and better photos than I ever could have taken from a distance.
And I know it. I’ve learned it, time and time again. I’m better at it than some…
…but still worse than others.
So I try to remember that the lady at the park didn’t roll her eyes when I approached her, but told me the name of her bright red-headed little daughter and said she was letting them play hooky from school, one day, to enjoy the beautiful weather. I try to remember that the radio station didn’t look at me like I had three heads when I explained what I was there for, but took me inside and told me about an upcoming fundraiser. The older man eating lunch alone beside the pool started out telling me that he’d been to the activity center every day since it opened, that he used to be a Japanese teacher at Hickman, and ended up inviting me to his house to meet his wife.
Just say hello, I try to tell myself, when I’m tempted to freeze up, tempted to run. Just ask.
Because it’s the key to opportunities, experiences, stories and photographs you couldn’t have reached any other way – because life doesn’t have a Single Player mode.