Listen, I don’t like it and I am finally admitting or at least acknowledging my preference for not engaging in it. This confession was spurred while reading about a friend who posted her ‘talk’ about sailing. This gal, Sherry McCampbell, is an accomplished sailor, both as a racer and a half way around the world cruiser. And I know her on a personal level. That leads me to believe that at the least I owe it to her to hear what she has to say. Truth though, is I don’t care to listen to what other people are doing. I want to be the one doing not listening.
I rarely enjoy listening to audio books or lectures by politicians or teachers or radio show hosts. It just isn’t my forte. I don’t enjoy church sermons. I have to expend too much energy to listen to the daily doings of friends. I can listen for a minute or two, maybe even 3 or 4. Listening was my worst skill as a counselor. And, boy do I interrupt.
Like I said listening isn’t my forte. No disrespect intended. I know people have a lot of interesting and enlightening things I can learn from. Demonstrating and even better engaging me in the lesson are favored. For example, want me to know about your sailing experience, take me with you. Want to show me how to play a tune on the piano, have me play along with you. Walking while talking works.
Perhaps it is that hyperactivity that makes me want to move, fidget or get up to go to the bathroom while people are yapping at a party. Definitely you will see me circulating at a social event because staying still and listening are difficult.
I am not complaining nor do I want anyone to feel bad if I don’t listen because I do want to hear what others say. Ay, but if you sing me a song I can sway to or silently sing along; now that is my style….
Thanks for listening,,,,