Talk, talk, talk
“Hmmm, can I tell
her now? Wait; is this a good time to tell her? Man, this is torture!” these
were my thoughts as I stood in the bank line for twenty minutes, just waiting
for an opportunity to tell a story to my poor unsuspecting teller. She was
working hard on an important job for me, interrupting her just to tell a story
could result in a financial failure that I didn’t want to explain to my
husband. So, I kept my mouth shut. It was an excruciating twenty minutes. I
even checked out the guy in line next to me to see if he would be a willing
listener, he was clearly not interested in anything I had to say. I left the
bank with a job well done but I felt a bit deflated, I had some really great
stories and she totally missed out.
Have you ever heard
the nineteen-sixties song by Frankie Ford, You Talk Too Much? It starts with a
verse that says “You talk too much you worry me to death, you talk too much you
even worry my pets, you just taaalllkk, talk too much.” It’s in your head now
isn’t it? This song pretty much describes my personality.
Being an extrovert
and loving the art of a one sided conversation, I view people as potential
listeners where ever I go. Don’t worry, if you can’t think of anything to say, I
will rescue you. Really all you have to do is sit back and listen to my stories.
If you’ve already heard it, no problem, it promises to get better each time I tell
it. No person is safe, no place is off limits; grocery lines, sample tables,
laundromats, even bathroom stalls are not taboo.
My only frustrations comes
when I try to have a one sided conversation with another extrovert, “excuse me,
I was still talking and you rudely interrupted.” Also those people that clearly lack listening
skills and are easily distracted by things like, their kids, other people,
house fires, bank robberies and other unimportant happenings.
1 Corinthians 13:1
says, “If I speak with human eloquence and angelic ecstasy but don’t love I’m
nothing but the creaking of a rusty gate. If I speak God’s word with power,
revealing all his mysteries and making everything as plain as day, and if I have
faith to say to a mountain, “jump,” and it jumps, but don’t love, I’m nothing.”
In my quest to put
others first I am slowly making progress. Allowing people to interrupt me and
then wait for them to invite me to finish what I was saying has been a very
hard mountain to conquer. Walking away
without reciting at least two gripping stories leaves me unsatisfied, but I need
to keep in mind that others may have something to say and maybe they aren’t as
out spoken as I am.
It’s amazing what I
learn when I do one simple thing, listen. I’m not saying that being an
extravert is bad; knowing great stories and having the ability to deliver them
successfully is a gift. If I don’t take the time to listen to others then I miss
out on how truly unique that person is. How can I possibly know if a person is
hurting, lonely, in need of a friend or even what their favorite color is if I continue
to be the “creaking of a rusty gate?” It’s a matter of preferring others and it
isn’t always easy.
So, as I learn to
put others first and muzzle my mouth a bit don’t worry, nothing is wrong, I am
just choosing to hear about you for once.
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| AND because I just couldn't resist. |
