Why Was I Not Told?

That is my question of the week, well maybe just one more; do you listen or do you talk? Myself, I try to do both; don’t think you are going to talk to me and not get my opinion. Isn’t that what conversation is all about, back and forth, give and take?

To listen, actually listen, is something I have had to work hard at; it did not always come easy to me. I use to have a bad habit of being two steps ahead of the conversation and often would say something that made me sound like a total idiot. A few moments later it made sense. Again, I ask, “Why was I not told?”

Why was I not told that once you master the art of listening you become a board? The proverbial sounding board where any and all of your friends comes to take that proverbial whack; that “Don’t tell anyone but let me bounce this off of you” board.

I have had an emotional roll coaster of a week being just that board. One of those extremely “TMI” weeks where your heart bleeds and at the same time you ask yourself, “Why are they telling me this?”

It just became a bit much and who do you call when things get too much, your mother. I phoned mom for bit of comforting and a bit of, “you won’t believe how I spent six hours of my day.” Funny thing was, she did believe and began to enlighten as well.

The question of “Why are they,” had no more come out of my mouth when she dropped the bomb shell. “Didn’t I tell you? We apparently have this neon sign on our foreheads that reads; I will listen tell me.”

I thought about this long and hard all evening, it bothered me. I did not ask to be the “TMI Board.” Why was I not told this before I became a good listener, I would not have studied as hard. So I did some research, the modern way, I Googled.

Google does not know if there is a “TMI” switch. It knows what TMI means, told me TMI also makes car upholstery and air doors and that it is a private school for girls in Texas but no switch. I’m doomed.

If today you have a visitor to your blog that looks similar to a convenient store robber, do not fret. I’ve put on my ski hat for the rest of the week or at least until this blasted sign stops blinking.

Happy hump day and remember there is always someone in worse shape than you.

Peace…

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