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6.18.2010

Can I Finish, Can I Finish?

Hollywood writers have such a great job. How wonderful it is to feel the freedom of creating a world where everyone listens to every cool thing their perfectly constructed and beautifully sculpted characters have to say. Heading out doors for a nice old fashioned fist-fight? Well, first let's have a chat about how we got into this predicament and analyse which of our personality flaws cause us to not get along, and don't forget to throw in a cool monologue about how your father left when you were a boy and you've been a loner ever since--before we kick each other's asses. 
   There's no such thing as a monologue (outside of drama TV) anymore. If you've got something to say, part of being an intelligent and productive member of society today is knowing exactly what you need to say, and you better say it in as few words as necessary. And if you can't quite get it out in time, well, your conversation partner is on to the next thing. And probably has finished your sentence for you. Have you ever had some impatient someone finish your sentence with something completely different than what you had planned, and then something else came along and changed the subject all together, therefore possibly giving the complete wrong impression? That stuff happens to me ALL the TIME. I haven't been blessed with any kind of talent for speaking, unfortunately. Ask my husband. I find that if I'm not making my point clearly fast enough, I start freaking out in my head a little, knowing I'm about to lose my captive audience any minute. 
   I should not have to feel this way, dammit. Let me finish my sentence. And let me take as much time as I need to make my point. Over the years, in trying to adapt to this new ADD-stricken society, I have pretty much forgotten how to finish my own sentences. Because no matter where I am, who I'm speaking to, I am always being interrupted. And the times when certain patient people are giving me time to speak, I get self-conscious and wonder why they are staring at me. Aren't you going to finish my sentence? Oh God, I'm actually going to have to think of something to finish this thought....words...I need words.... it's frightening. It's a struggle. Is it just me?
*Note to those of you who care: Even if you think you know what someone is about to say, take a second. Stop yourself. Take a breath. Let them finish. 
**And by the way, those of you who know me, yes, I know I do it too.
  

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