My father didn’t talk much and he listened even less. You could talk to him for a long while and he was nodding, but at one point you always noticed that he didn’t listen. Usually that made me talk even more… I wanted to force him to listen by washing him with words.
I hate it when people don’t pay attention to what I say; I hate it when I don’t get a response to an email or when a call or text message isn’t returned. That makes me feel like a child again, and it makes me talk too much. I started to think that what I need is friends that talk, friends that share their thoughts and views so that I know what’s going on in their minds. I don’t want to second guess anyone; I want people to tell me what they feel. I always point out that communication is important for us to be able to understand and learn from each other.
Even though I hated it when my father was absent minded I did trust him. When I really needed him he was there and in his silent way he fixed what needed to be fixed. So I tend to trust those who listen more than those who only talk…
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