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Interesting post! For me, directness depends where you learnt to speak.

I get the anglo directness (this post) and why it treats honesty as a risk to be managed so nobody bleeds. I live in the Netherlands (directness = national sport) and grew up in the Balkans and Italy (directness = love language), so I've been fluent in directness for a while but not the kind you described here.

For me, Dutch directness is like neutral weather. You see, in my first Dutch meeting, a colleague told me, in front of everyone, that my plan wouldn't work. Then he asked if I wanted to get lunch. He meant both. That's the thing about Dutch directness: there's no aftertaste. The words are the whole message. Balkan directness, on the other hand, is another animal. It comes with temperature - opinions delivered over coffee, with love, uninvited, at volume. At best it's about intimacy: if my aunt critiques your life choices in forensic detail, congrats...you're family now. We save politeness for strangers. Where I'm from, sugar-coating is what you do to someone you're about to disappoint. Nobody where I'm from has ever had to wonder what their mother-in-law thinks of them.

Which is why 'learn to be direct' undersells the real skill: reading which culture currency the room trades in. The same sentence is efficiency in Amsterdam, aggression in London, and affection in Croatia.

My mom says I've gone Dutch; my Dutch colleagues say I'm a mix of Italian and Balkan; the only thing we've agreed on is my "character" :)

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