My husband comes home, "I saw Bob and Suzie at the mall..." I perk up, "No way! How are they???" He says, "Oh...I didn't talk to them. I said I saw them."
In every marriage there is the social one and the one that hides under the couch when the doorbell rings. I grew up under my Dad's teaching; "Saying hello to people validates them and makes them feel special." Even if that means shouting from one side of the room to the other, "HEY SUE!" a huge smile is always returned and I know, even if they were embarrassed, for a second I made them feel like they mattered.
How can that ever be bad? Well maybe when I do this and the husband finds a couch to be under, and while climbing down, rips his shirt and shoulder on the metal under-springs and bleds on the carpet. That's bad. But my kids have learned well from me. How proud I am as we leave a friends' home to hear them all saying genuine good-bye's with each friends' names included.
My little one (he has no friends yet) has even resorted to rolling down his car window and yelling "HI!" to anyone that will listen...and while my husband shakes his head, I watch the riders in the other car pass by smiling.
There's your lesson: Don't be shy....Just say "HI."