Recently I've been feeling a little down—I'm a part of all these different groups, but I'm not an integral part of any of them. And while I have a lot of superficial friendly acquaintances, it doesn't seem like any of them are particularly interested in being better friends with me.
And the truth is, of course, that there's a reason. I talk a lot. A lot. A really lot. And it's usually about me. Much of the time while the other person is talking about them, I'm thinking more about how I'm going to answer than I am about what the person is saying. I'm terrible at asking questions regarding what the other person just said; instead I often try and let them know I understand their point by an illustration from my own life. Not the clearest way to send that message, and a bit pedantic and self-centered, among other things.
So reminder to me: Listen more. Talk less. It can't hurt, and may well help.
1 comment:
Hey, since when??? When I lived in Boston, you and I would talk all the time! If anything, I felt like I was talking too much about me, not the other way around. Hmmm, unless we're BOTH like that. :)
I miss you, in case you didn't guess.
Suzy
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