Here we go again…
There was a time that I
really knew what a conversation was, construction-wise, one person talks, then
another and it sort of goes back and forth like a ping pong or tennis match.
How about that seventeen year old gal winning that game…? I digress…
But somehow between studying
management, motherhood and teaching classes I lost the art.
What I have to say cannot
always be more important than what others have to say or need to tell me about
this or that, can it?
Truly, I just want them to
know that I know too.
And that at times they are
telling me what I knew before they opened their mouths, ya know?
Why is that?
Could I be psychic or just
plain rude?
Please don’t say the latter,
for I really do know at times what someone might say in any given situation…
that is why when I wrote my novellas or any fiction at all, it was so realistic
and that was my strongest part of my whole writing ability…
dialogue.
dialogue.
I suppose it could be that I
am just really weird… but being weird can mean that you are different/unique, said in
a nice polite way, true, and that ain’t that bad, really, lonely, but not bad.
When I first came to the
south, that is Florida, as a resident, not a tourist and I would talk to other,
‘residents’, some natives and some from other parts of this southern hemisphere
of our United States of America… with interesting more southern expressions
such as, ‘Bless your heart’, for a long time I thought well isn’t that just too
sweet of them, always another woman, usually a bit older than myself, but on
occasion a woman younger that would chime in saying that after my soliloquy was done…
Any-who, being from New
Jersey and thinking I was way too worldly, after all with all my travels and just
the fact being a north-easterner makes one think they are somehow superior,
education, and access to cultural things like museums and live theater and real
big cities like NYC and Philly etc…living between the two.
It was so interesting for me
to learn that, ‘Bless your heart’ was actually code for you stupid sad gal, or
some such thing…!
Not to say that some people
don’t use that term of nicety as a calming affect on most of us ‘city bumpkins’
with highfalutin ideas and not even realizing that we were had, we were being
put down, how southern of them, hmm, too polite?
Now if I go off on my talking
at you tangents and someone says that to me, I smile and leave…but you really
can’t blame them or me…sure you can, me that is, but it is too far gone, my ways,
that is… and I am way too set in that way…
Hubby even used to get upset
when I finished his sentences, until he realized by watching some TV shows
about long term relationships saying how that is the ultimate form of intimacy,
anticipating each others thoughts and needs… Gosh, we have known each other
since August 31st of 1967, when we met at work at Ohrbach’s, but
didn’t start dating until March 16th of 1968 and that’s a long,
long, time! We have been married since February 14th of 1971; and so why not
know what’s what?
I do believe most of my
knowledge of human behavior could be attributed to observation as well as a few
years of taking psychology too, but who knows… there is so much that I cannot
explain that I wish I could…and I am still baffled by, like why I feel the need
to tell everyone everything, oh that’s not right, since I did explain above my
thought-out reasoning, I suppose I mean why people run from me, oh I do know
that too! I am a terror! LOL!
Sure I turn people off and
don’t let them get a word in edgewise, but you know something?
I am not alone!
Geez, there has to be more
than just me out there…perhaps the X-Files knows where more of my kind exist?
Kidding or not!
On that note of what, allow
me to be the very first to wish all of you a very happy good night and ask you
to kindly count all your blessings and share all your overages with you know
who and we will too!
And next time please be here
or be square, ya here?