the mona lisa
by rantywoman
As I’ve gotten older I’ve tried to become a better listener– to speak less and listen more and not interrupt.
I find, however, that if too much time elapses between intimate conversations, I am in danger of letting loose with an uninterrupted, rapid stream of updates when someone calls. It is like an explosion of pent-up thoughts needs to occur before I can relax and become a good listener again.
In regard to the topics on this blog, I was finding myself being indiscreet before I started writing about them. I can recall a hike with an ex-boyfriend in which I aired some of my frustration and anger. He didn’t seem to mind, but I remember thinking that perhaps I needed to either find another outlet or employ a therapist.
The blog has been an immense help. I no longer feel the need to try and connect in conversation on these topics and can talk about other things with acquaintances as well as just listen.
Oh my gosh! I have been feeling that exact way as of late! I live alone, single, 36 years old and have two friends I end up chatting to DEATH. It really is an “explosion of pent-up thoughts,” like you said.
The sad thing is right when I’m in the middle of word-vomiting on these poor people, I am totally aware that I’m doing it! I tell myself to shut the heck up…sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t. That being said, I am a good listener and don’t interrupt them…I just don’t shut up once it’s my turn.
I’ve been thinking of starting a blog for the same reason. I really enjoy your blog, by the way
“Word-vomiting” is the perfect term. It’s like I can’t even pause for breath! But once I’m done, I’m able to listen.
Actually, since starting this blog, I’ve been “word-vomiting” much less.
Thanks for reading!
The whole thing, everything, exactly, same, yes, ditto… so me.