The days grow sleepier, longer, and lazier. I need to listen more and say less. I hate feeling that I’ve gone on too much about me and my fabulous accomplishments. Ha ha, I joke: this happens pretty rarely, and I would guess that most people I know would say that, if anything, I don’t say enough about me or tout my accomplishments and so on. Perhaps they would say that I never shut up about these things, so let’s not ask them. Horrible traitors!
But I thought about this in regards to my conversation last night with D—–, AKA ‘FLK’, and a feeling later on that I should have let him talk more about him and have to hear less about me. What I mean is that, although the bits about me were probably fairly germane and interesting, I would like to have spent more time learning about what makes him tick. He’s a real eccentric, and very scarily smart and thoughtful for someone his age. A very impressive young man — too bad it’s hard to say something like that without sounding like some stuffy dean in a bow tie, but that’s the most precise way to express it. And he’s right in that transition from kid to man, which is such a weird time to go through. There’s something about sensing the reality of the fact that your destiny is falling into your hands, and knowing that the possibilities are all opening up, and that you have to make some big decisions and keep on doing that until you die. Overwhelming. But only if you think about it.
Anyway, back to the main point. I must practice patient listening, and evaluating what I hear and see. Why do I need to contribute to the endless colour commentary we all practice round the clock? Shut up and pay attention.
