I have been told that I am a good listener. To me, that's just the opposite of a good talker. Some people talk. Some people listen. I would rather not talk so therefore I listen. It's not that complicated and life appears fine and dandy until you consider the inevitable flaw in my non-socializing plan:
Who listens to the good listener when the good listener wants to talk?
I will answer that for you.
Nobody.
No, this is not some woe-is-me post. It's just a simple observation that has played out in my life over and over. I can be part of a conversation. There can be many people talking. I can politely wait my turn only to be cut off by the more expert talker. That's rude, yes, but that's not what hurts. What hurts is when no one notices I was interrupted by the expert talker and am no longer talking. Those moments totally wreck havoc on my already, awkward socializing skills.
Anyway.
I am chuckling as I write this. Like I said, this is not a kleenex-drenched rambling which you may have come to expect from me. These are just the thoughts that have been on my mind all week. Take me as I am. I am a deep well (I've actually been told that, by the way. I think it was a compliment).
At any rate, my mom reminded me tonight that I am a lot like her. That's all I needed to hear.
I'd pick her over any expert talker any day of the week.
1 comment:
Love the title. It's perfect. A compliment always gets our attention and usually shuts us up. But if you're shy in the conversation department, then it makes us talk.
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