Everyone thinks that they are the most interesting person in their world. That they are the main character in the story. I always like to sit back and listen to people. Not because I think that they believe they are the most interesting person in the world, but because for that brief moment, I want them to believe I know that they are. I guess that is just what a listener is. They listen. You can learn a lot from what people have experienced. But sometimes I want to talk too.
My husband loves to talk. He annoys people with his talking. I love him so much, I don't usually get bothered by it. But sometimes though... Sometimes I want him to listen and be the one that isn't the most interesting person in the room.
My only chance at that is when we settle into bed. At that moment, for maybe 5 minutes I get to talk about my day. I get to talk about what bothered me. I get to tell him what delighted me. And then he starts snoring, and I realize he never cared in the first place.
Whatever.
My husband loves to talk. He annoys people with his talking. I love him so much, I don't usually get bothered by it. But sometimes though... Sometimes I want him to listen and be the one that isn't the most interesting person in the room.
My only chance at that is when we settle into bed. At that moment, for maybe 5 minutes I get to talk about my day. I get to talk about what bothered me. I get to tell him what delighted me. And then he starts snoring, and I realize he never cared in the first place.
Whatever.
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