When in a conversation, I get this terrible feeling quite often that what desperately needs to be discussed will not be talked about. That what needs to be said will not be expressed. Or worse than that, I will speak my perspective and it won’t be sustained by the other person. That what I say makes no sense and is unimportant to them. I end up remaining quiet, saying nothing, and am left with anxiety and a feeling of being unfulfilled.
“Real” communication requires reciprocation.
Without true listening, without earnest thought, it’s an unsatisfying narrative.
Unavoidable sometimes. Empty.
But when we choose our interlocutor, we receive, give, become.
We are richer.
It’s a choice.
Sometimes alone is better.
Avoid the noise, the shallow, the chronic narcissist.
We have choice.
I have this bad tendency of blaming myself for unsatisfying conversations. You are right. We have a choice regarding who we converse with. I forget that quite often. I must seek out interactions that consist of reciprocity.