At work today a colleague and I were talking about conversations with very senior people which just dry up when they reach the point at which they decide that you are not of any use or interest to them. That horrible feeling of rejection as you are left to just slope off with your tail between your legs.
Both of us will enthusiastically chew the cud with anyone with a spark in their eye and a story to tell no matter who or what they are and we found it difficult to imagine being so self-interested as to cut people dead.
There's a post on gassho today which give me hope though:
It's amazing how the quality of our conversations has a direct impact on the quality of what happens and doesn't happen as a result. And many of our more productive and community-building conversations are the ones without an agenda.