Dear World: A little less conversation...
Dear Person Who Will Remain Unnamed/People of the World who don't LISTEN:
I have noticed recently that when I try to have a conversation with you, it's a little one-sided. It's not that I don't want to hear all the brilliant things you have to say (cough cough), but it's nice if the conversation goes more like a tennis game, instead of a basketball game where you hog the ball the whole time.
When we talk, I mean, YOU talk to me, it goes a little like this:
YOU: blah, blah, I'm saying really important things, blah, blah, blah (pauses briefly to take a breath)
Me: (jumps in during precious few milliseconds of silence): {proceeds to add something insightful and intelligent to topic of conversation}
Other person: ......
Me: .... (waiting for acknowledgement of my participation in conversation)
Other person: .... Um, yeah, anyways... blah, blah, blah, I'm saying really important things, blah, blah, blah.
Me: (thouroughly annoyed and seriously peeved for the rest of conversation, and probably ends/will end conversation early due to lack of respect for my AMAZING contribution)
It's like I didn't even say anything at all.
Can you just listen every once in a while, PLEASE? And not just to me... to everyone else I know you probably do this to, as well. Otherwise, I might have to delete your number from my phone. And your friendship from my life.
XOXO,
Tracie
6 people have something to say about this:
This is funny because a blog, any blog is largely a vehicle for the narcissistic mode of conversation you bemoan. And this insightful and intelligent comment I proceed to add to the “convo” (and then patiently wait by the computer for acknowledgement of my brilliant participation in the conversation), it’s the failed gesture of reciprocity that you yourself made in your example. Thus, your blog entry is an allegorical microcosm encapsulating the blog-reading experience. That and your blog itself is a facsimile of your “Other Person” interactions, but with the roles reversed, so you can revenge yourself upon the reader.
Freud describes a process similar to this one in The Instincts and Their Vicissitudes, using sadism and masochism as his examples. You see? Blogging is ultimately pathology and perversion: hence your addiction, hence my refusal to blog.
Ha, ha—I turned your blog-entry into a Freudian allegory. And yet, it’s like I didn’t even say anything at all.
Zis guy's right on zee money.
James-y Poo, I've missed you and the intelligently insulting comments!
the person at the top of this commentary log is way too smart for his own good! a philosophy major, perhaps? haha. anyway, YES I have felt this exact same way. some people just like to hear themselves talk. I suggest spending time and energy on friends who have more depth! Also, some people grow out of this self absorbed state of mind. Some don't. It is rather unattractive though.
As for wicked - you are going to absolutely love it. My mom went to wicked with me in LA last year like I said, and then went a few months later with my sister in London, and she said the LA cast was unquestionably better. I'll be interested to hear what you think after you compare the two! Have fun!
That would be my brother James, who currently resides in New Haven, CT, as he will be starting his 7 year fellowship stint at Yale this September. Yale is paying him to go to school there, where he will be getting 2 masters and one Ph.D. degree, with a side of pretentious east-coast snobbery.
I love this post! Whenever I meet people like this I smile and nod and politely excuse myself. Or not so politely, depending on how hormonal (or pregnant) I happen to be feeling. Those people make me feel invisible, or like a non-person. It's hard for me to imagine anyone making you feel invisible! :)
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