I've never been good at small talk, mostly because I don't understand it. Even when I speak of the weather, it's because I have a genuine interest in it. Making noise just to make noise has never made sense to me. I don't really expect others to be interested in what I am thinking, so I usually just listen to them, unless I have something funny to share, or a situation I need help with. Lots of times the two wind up being the same thing. I mess up and wind up laughing and asking someone for help.
I was told once that listening is an act of love. That made sense to me, so I listen a lot. A lot of the people I know, don't really listen. They are too busy thinking of what they want to say next. Conversation with them reminds me of a game of chess. Chess can be stimulating, but it's a competition. When I talk with people, I have no desire to compete. I want to share.
One of the reasons I love to write is I can put my thoughts into words without intruding upon anyone else's thoughts. People can read what I write at their convenience...which brings me back to the title of this post. Thank you for listening!

I heard you!
ReplyDeleteI'm right there with you, Beth! Great posts. Keep writing!
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