What the heck is in the water today (well, this vibe actually started yesterday and has seemed to carry through to today)?! I swear, it feels like I'm getting talked over left and right.
It's. Driving. Me. Mad.
Maybe we need to go over a few brief pointers from the It's Not All About You Guide to Conversing With Others (you know, that little invisible handbook your mama passes down to you in the form of manners):
Step one: Take a breath. Breathe. Allow others to interject thoughts. Kindly remember the world does not revolve around you, nor does the sun shine out of your...well, you get the picture.
Step two: Listen to what others have to say. Allow them to share the air. Everyone is entitled to the same amount of oxygen.
Step three: Nod or otherwise acknowledge that you are listening. Staring into oblivion...or at my chest...or at my lips while licking your own...are not suitable ways of letting someone know you are listening--it only shows what you are thinking.
Get these first three steps down, and we're on the road to a much better--less aggravating--conversation.
Ugh. I just had to vent a little. Sorry about that. Feel better now, though. That's what blogs are for, right?
Time to hum some sunshine-y tune...or, my luck, some hormone-y song.
Sigh. It's a Monday.
On a significantly brighter note, Colin Firth won the Academy for Best Actor, my Mavs won this weekend, AND Dale Earnhardt Jr. overcame quite a bit of on-track adversity to grab a top ten finish at Phoenix. Whoop! *Did I just -whoop-?*