Wait a second, here. To an outsider it may appear that I am losing my marbles. However, I know of at least two marbles rattling around upstairs. Okay, they could be ping-pong balls, it’s hard to tell without an x-ray. But sometimes, I will admit, they seem eerily silent.
And I really think it’s stress, don’t you? I mean, that’s what we blame it on, right? Our gray matter gets so overloaded that part of it—sometimes all of it—decides to sit down and take a little nap.
Lately I’ve been calling to Bob, starting a sentence, and then getting completely distracted by another concern. Let’s say I’m sitting at the computer and I want to ask him what he wants for dinner this weekend. I say, “So what would you--”and then I see something startling on screen. Perhaps it’s an email, a Facebook post, and I stop talking.
He is standing there, waiting for me to finish my sentence, but this doesn’t happen because I can’t even finish my thought, much less a sentence. Finally he uses his TV announcer voice and says, “Welcome to The Half-a-Sentence Show starring Joni Hilton! And now, heeeeeeere’s—“And he stops, not saying my name. Just stops. To be funny.
Even worse are the times when I am fully engaged, trying to have a conversation, just at the wrong moment. The other day I am on the phone, listening to Bob. He is telling me about a business meeting. It’s quite interesting, actually, and soon I say, “Oh, absolutely. That’s exactly what I was thinking--”
Except that he isn’t listening to me. He interrupts and just keeps going on about the meeting. I think that perhaps he didn’t hear me. So I wait for him to pause a bit and I jump in again. “Another idea I had,” I say, “is if you guys--”
And it happens again! He talks right over the top of me, not listening to a word I say. Well, now it’s downright rude, right? So I take a breath and decide to wait him out. And the next thing I know, he’s telling me goodbye and hanging up! And only now do I remember that I came home, saw a blinking light on the phone, and was retrieving messages. I have been talking to a recording.
Maybe I do need my own reality show. The logo can be an empty bag of marbles.
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