Well, let me put it this way, when my audience has heard my jibber-jabber for like ever, then yes my theories may resemble a poke your eye out screed. But that’s just MHO. For over an hour I’ve listened to music so I don’t throw or break something I will only have to clean up or fix. I’m getting ahead of myself. Please forgive. I’m trying not to vent.
I’ve noticed a trend in my life and in society in general. We want our shining moment on the soap box. We want our audience gleefully captivated by our great ideas. But how often do we want to listen? I mean really listen?
I see this mostly when interacting with people I’ve known for years. You my dear friends have only been subjected to my thoughts for a few months or weeks. Depending on how long you’ve known someone, what sounds like pencil stabbing ear talk to one person could be messages from the divine to another.
Point blank, sometimes people just get tired of hearing you speak. They seem to have a lot of energy for their own voices though.
And I’m not immune to this. Believe me, countless instances I’ve talked myself into a coma. This yada yada shut it and listen to me business goes both ways.
Friends, lend me your ears but not your mouths. Hear me and when you speak, speak my language…Why are you so quiet? Don’t you have anything to say? ~ The Great Ear
The need to get issues off your chest is normal. Some people I know try not to complain but then get around me [The Great Ear] and the floodgates go whoosh. I listen intently because that’s just what I do. And yeah, I have my days when it’s a struggle but I push myself to engage. I know what it’s like to have someone brush you off. I know too well how that bites.
So I listen, and hear, and listen, and…wait I have a thought…they’re still talking OK…listen…oh there’s an opening…I add to the conversation. Why did I do that? I get eyes cutting me. If we’re on the phone I get awkward silence. When they do speak I might hear, “OK, I get it” or “The more I say the more you talk”. Those were direct quotes from two recent conversations. I know I have self editing issues. But dang!
I’m kinda challenged in this place. The listen to everything I have to say and respond the way I want you to but don’t tell me anything zone; I don’t think I like it. Not one bit. I’m feeling a verbal time-out is in order.
Because I’m aggravated, I feel like not saying anything to anyone anymore. I know it’s not the way I should respond. I know that feeling won’t last. Even though I am a quiet person, when I talk, I really like to talk. So I’ll be opening my little big mouth soon [like probably right after this]. I may have to
choke back lovingly refrain from giving opinions for a while.
I need to spiffy up my own messes anyway.
Other fitting titles: Repetition Breeds Contention, It Sounded Better Coming From Them
Note to readers: I was in a craptacular frame of mind. Please forgive my ravings.
Another note: Before this posted, the clouds parted and a little bird came to visit my patio window. No really it did. Couldn’t get to a camera. So I enjoyed the calm it blessed me with. I decided to send this into the world because I don’t always feel glorious but I know there’s a lesson in here. Plus, someone who inspired this post suggested I share it with you.