I do my best, most days, to be loving and kind, but then there are those days, when my mouth speaks before my mind has an opportunity to process a situation. This is never a good thing. Now, I will be the first to admit, “small talk” is not my forte, neither is beating around the bush. If you have something to say to me, say it! And please, do not speak to me in riddles or hypotheticals. Although I may understand, I will likely feel challenged – or feel like challenging, and give cause for you to S-P-E-L-L out whatever you were trying to say in the first place. I admire direct conversation. I do my best to be that way. In a society where directness is fading away, and conversations are tinged with sarcasm (guilty), riddles, embellishments, lies, and/or active avoidance (super guilty).
Do I fancy myself a conversationalist? Well… I like to engage in conversations… I wouldn’t necessarily say that I was good at it, however. It depends on the topic, depends on the person! I used to think I could speak to anyone! I was wrong! There are some with whom I have difficulty conversing, for various reasons. Sometimes, there is just a block and I am unable to get through, so communication is frustrating and I would rather not, so I actively avoid. Other times, there is – I don’t know what it is really, but something forces me to hide myself behind sarcasm or humor – nervousness? Not everyone gets my humor or sarcasm (especially via text message), and this gets me in trouble… Every single time…
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