The Alternative Explanation

We thought Jerry Martin tried to make friends with far too many people, we thought he tried a little too hard to appeal to too many people, and we thought he spread himself a little thin. We saw Jerry try to be like David when he was hanging around David, and it made us a little ill, until we saw him change a little too much when he was around Shannon. We didn’t really see him for who he was, until he sat down with us, and he tried to be like us. Someone mentioned that Jerry was something of a shape-shifter, and another said he was a chameleon. I agreed with both of those characterizations, because I know what I saw. I considered Jerry too easily influenced, naïve, and a little too eager, but no one had ever offered me an alternative explanation for why he did this.

“If you ask me, he’s a bit of a brown noser, a kiss up, and a little too eager,” Rick Necker said, in a conspiratorial whisper, “and eager doesn’t work well when you’re trying make true friends.” Everyone smiled and nodded at Rick’s assessment. Rick didn’t add that we want cool, detached, and ambivalent, because that probably would’ve been too over the top. He also didn’t allude to the idea that we want to befriend someone who is not there, or that we want someone who forces us to try to gain their attention and their approval.

Jerry was always there when we went to the bar after work, and he was always laughing too hard and hanging on our every word. He always appeared to be having a great time with us, but he was also on the lookout for a better time. At some point, and no one knew when it happened, Jerry would float away to some other table in the bar, and he appeared to be having such a great time over there with a group of complete strangers that some of our people were a little insulted by it. Yet, his trips to other tables never appeared to be a purposeful migration, as if to suggest we were boring and someone else appeared more interesting. He just developed a loose connection with some complete stranger at another table, and he attempted to strengthen it by moving to their table.  

When he moved to another table talk to a girl that made more sense to us. We thought we knew his motive, and some of the times we were right. When he moved to talk to a guy, it threw those readings off, but when he eventually established the fact that there were no patterns to his migrations, we were confused and a little hurt by it.

“Are we just not interesting enough for him?” Angie asked.

“Why does he always do that?” Tiffany asked. “Why does he even come out with us if he’s always going to do that?”

“I think he just gets bored easily,” I said.

“Yep,” Angie added. “He’s probably a little ADD.”

“I’ll tell you what he is,” Derek said. Derek was an outspoken type who loved to think he said what everyone was thinking but afraid to say. “He’s a damned phony.”

“He’s not phony,” I said.

Derek argued with fingers. He pointed to one finger and listed one element of his argument, then another, and another. “One plus one, plus one, equals phony,” he said with his three fingers up.

“I don’t know what he is, or what he’s doing,” I said, “but he’s not a phony.”

“My guess is he didn’t come to us fully formed,” Shannon said, referring to the fact that he was relatively new to our team. We looked to her with confusion, awaiting further explanation. “Did you guys see that shirt he wore last week? That loud shirt with the huge emblem on it. It was so busy. I asked him about it, and he answered in a very insecure way, and he hasn’t worn the same shirt since. He also has about twenty pairs of shoes. I don’t know a guy who has more than three pairs of shoes. He seems to have a different pair of shoes on every day.”

“It’s to go with his socks,” Tiffany said and everyone started pointing at her, laughing, and adding comments. “I thought they were Christmas socks at first, until he walked in with brown and pink striped socks on. Did you guys see those? I had to ask him where he got them, and I said, and I quote, ‘You’re a brave man Jerry Martin. A grown man, wearing pink and brown striped socks, brave, and who makes them? Because I can’t imagine a manufacturer brave enough to put those out for sale, in a store, in the men’s section.’”

“Was he insecure when you teased him about it?” Shannon asked.

“He was,” Tiffany said. “I expected him to be as bold as anyone who would wear pink and striped socks would be, but he was the opposite.” 

“Exactly, I think Jerry is an empty vessel,” Shannon said, “and I don’t mean that in a hugely offensive way either. I just think he’s the type of person who tries people on, the way we would try a pair of socks on. He probably thought he was making a fashion statement wearing such a busy shirt and wild socks, and when we told him he wasn’t, he never wore them again. I think he tries to talk like David and laugh like Angie, as if he’s trying us all on, trying things out, like he’s in a fitting room with our personalities, trying us on to see if he likes us on him. I don’t know his history, but I’m guessing he probably doesn’t like himself very much, who he is, where he’s from, or where he’s going, so he looks to everyone else to find something different. He tries us on for a bit to see if he likes that, and if he doesn’t, he puts someone else on. Or, maybe, he’s looking for a bit of each of us to form some kind of final formation of a personality.”

That silenced us. Shannon soaked in that silence for a spell and added the following with a cringe/smile, “All right, that might be a bit much, but I agree with you. He’s not a phony.”

No one wants an alternative explanation at a bar with drinks in hand. Participants in bar conversations are to add to incite the mob by adding to the  narrative and the jokes. We view insightful comments with disdain and fatigue. They’re thought provoking and serious in an unserious climate.

We thought we knew this new guy named Jerry Martin. We thought he was a phony, a brown-noser, and a little too eager. What else could explain a man who does such things? Was there an alternative explanation? Challenging beer drinkers to think of alternative explanations leads to Debbie Downer charges. Some accept alternative explanations a little too eagerly, but most reject them just as quickly, especially when they have a beer in hand.

Alternative explanations aren’t necessarily right or wrong. They’re an alternative explanation that often demands further examination or explanations.

I didn’t think Shannon’s alternative explanation nailed Jerry, at least not immediately, but I liked it. I didn’t think it wasn’t the type of theory I leap on, ask a million questions about, and chew on and sleep on, until I have it all figured out. I dismissed it as beer talk. I might have laughed about it at the time, but I laugh about just about everything when I have a few beers in me. The next morning, I woke with such a pounding headache, brought to me by the distributors of Bud Light, that I tried to wipe everything said and done that night from my database.

The next time I met another Jerry Martin type, Shannon’s theory came back at me, and I tried to apply it to them. By about the fourth or fifth Jerry Martin I met, this theory locked in, and I became obsessed with it. I realized that one of the reasons I was a better at bar conversations was that I hung around a guy named Ben. Ben was one of the most superficial conversationalists that I’ve ever met. He could talk to anyone about just about anything. If a girl had some frayed yarn on her sweater, he could do a half an hour on that. He had a knack for BS that I still consider enviable. I realized that I had been using a bit of Ben’s recipe for years combined with a bit of Nolan’s sauce. Nolan had an air about him that suggested he knew more about you than you ever could. Was he right? It didn’t matter to either party. It was just some intangible element of his nature that he wore well. Angie had a sense of authority about her that affected her walk. She looked to be the type who always had a destination, and Gil Burkett always tilted his head and pointed a finger outward, as he waited for you to finish a point so he could talk. Those are all the things I know I picked up. How many other things, big or small, did we unconsciously pick up from out peers, and how much of our total makeup did we develop organically?

We’re all empty vessels at one point, soaking in little tiny blocs of inspiration, no bigger than the smallest Lego. If we think of our current makeup as 100%, how many of our routines, reactions, and other such minutiae are composed of the 1% influence we gather intermittently? 

As we mature and gain greater confidence in ourselves, we might not be empty vessels anymore, but we are still open to suggestion that we could be doing the things a little different. Even the most fully formed have missing elements that they look to others to complete.

Is Shannon’s little theory about such people always right? Of course not, but I found it so interesting that I thought the best way to prove it was to disprove it. To do so, we must first admit that people like Jerry aren’t fully formed, and they’re looking to others to help him fill his missing elements. If that is the case, how would a more fully formed individual approach us? Would he seek any influence on any matter? If he were extremely well formed, would he even speak to us? “He’s a real snob,” we might say.

“No, he’s not,” they would say. “He just doesn’t need anyone to influence his personality any more. He’s fully formed.” What does that mean? If you’re full formed what would be the point of meeting new people? My projection of a fully formed person would involve them knowing what they want to do at a very young age and never altering from that path. It involves an individual knowing who they are so completely that they never allow personalities to alter their set core, or the formation they developed before they met us. They know where they were, who they are, and who they’re going to be. The only challenge left in life for them is getting there. It might also mean never trying anything new, because if you’re going to try something new, you’ll want to know how to do it by watching others and learning their nuanced approach. 

I tried to think of one fully formed personality from which to solidify this attempt to disprove Shannon’s little aside, but every time I thought I had one, I kept coming up with frailties and vulnerabilities. I don’t think I’ve ever met someone so secure in their own identity that they exhibited some sort of imperviousness to influence, but I’m sure they’re out there.

When we meet a Jerry Martin it’s so obvious to us why they are the way they are. We all have our go-tos to explain why someone acts in a particular way, but does that explain why they act that way, or why we don’t? Are we intimately familiar with our charges, because we avoid them, so no one will call us a phony, a brown noser, or the eager, easily influenced? 

Another unpopular element of the alternative explanation is that it seeks to void the feel-good go-tos we have. Our explanations often involve insults to the other person, and insulting another person often makes us feel better about ourselves. “They’re doing it wrong, right?” “Right.” “Right!” The alternative explanation is not always right, of course, but it seeks to understand the moment and the motive from a perspective we never considered before. We prefer the one plus one, plus one, equals phony, because it’s so obvious to us what he’s doing. It’s so obvious that we don’t need a different explanation, until we hear one. When we listen to it, it doesn’t make much sense until we actually learn what it might say about them, us, and human nature in general.