posted on Jun, 16 2012 @ 08:45 PM
I'm guilty of this every evening. For the most part, I spend the day by myself, with my own thoughts. I talk to myself, and win most of the
arguments. When my darlin' comes home from work, I want to talk, to share, to communicate -- that's the real core of intimacy, y'know. Now,
she's been multitasking all day, listening to people talk and complain about a myriad of things, so when she gets home, what she hears from me sounds
like: CAW! CAW! CAW!!
Thus, I've learned to give her whatever length of blissful quietitude she needs to unwind before I unleash the barrage of questions and stuff that
I've been wrangling with the whole day long. As a result, we'll usually sit and talk for an hour or more. We're equally comfortable saying
nothing for long periods of time.
I don't like talking on the phone, but what I do like about it is that it lends itself well to a fairly rapid transferrance of information and
then......... presto! It's over. Do NOT try to apply this principal to calls between you and your mother.
In standard seemingly random-meeting conversations......... I'm with you. Maybe the idea of actually trying to limit the conversation to a precise
passage of three minutes is a tad controlling, but I get the general gist. When we've passed our pleasantries and the conversation is over, we
should just leave.
I wonder sometimes if people have things they want to say, but either don't know how or don't have the stones to just say it, so they linger.
After 54 years, I have finally learned that just shutting up can produce a wealth of information -- maybe an encouraging lift of the eyebrows.....
I think sometimes people just want to express endearment, and don't know how.
Sorry for the novella. 'nuff said.