tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230968187946144531.post6190907005578811144..comments2023-10-31T07:31:24.963-07:00Comments on word.: Talk talk, all we do is talk talkJennifer Worickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14415405216263347773noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230968187946144531.post-50166754796223982292009-09-19T07:34:33.039-07:002009-09-19T07:34:33.039-07:00I also spend a lot of time by myself, then feel a ...I also spend a lot of time by myself, then feel a little overwhelmed when thrust into groups of people. I share your peeve, "When someone cuts me off, I can’t take it. I often just shut down..." So when someone else in a conversation is speaking and I have something truly relevant to interject, I find myself muttering this mantra under my breath: "say it...say it...say it...", trying to be polite and not interrupt. But by the time I can squeeze my word in edge-wise, the topic has already changed and I have missed the opportunity. Why must people feel that they need to dominate the conversation all the time? I spent a few months earlier this year unemployed, and at first was in withdrawal from the constant human contact all day at work. Within a few weeks I was reveling in the solace and realized that only about 20% of my daily "communication" with others was actually worthwhile. The rest was simply filling the time with noise. At my new job, I am often accused of being "too quiet". I was flattered when one of my favorite managers defended me the other day, commenting that I was "...the owl among a pack of magpies. Everyone should be more thoughtful about what they are saying!" I suppose that is why I prefer writing to talking these days. It's one way communication. Sure, you can ignore me just as if I were speaking to you, but at least I won't know it!Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11035568189325146803noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230968187946144531.post-11200054965064036852009-09-19T00:55:54.273-07:002009-09-19T00:55:54.273-07:00I go through similar feelings, but for different r...I go through similar feelings, but for different reasons. (I, too, grew up in an alcoholic household, where I was also constantly interrupted..and still am) My daily life I'm in mommy mode..there is a constant level of chatter. But by bedtime I am itching for decompression, and time to be in my own head. And, insomnia aside, I tend to stay up way later than I should, just to enjoy my own stillness.mduettehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03376940667786821461noreply@blogger.com