"Oh, the burnt broccoli."
Sometimes when someone is in the middle of telling me a story, I realize I have no idea what they're saying. I've said all the appropriate "uh-huh"s and "yeah"s and laughed when they laughed, but I really have no idea what's funny about their story. Then I have to fast-track figure out what they're talking about.
It's not that I don't care, I'm just focused. On one thing at a time. And I tune EVERYTHING else out. Some people can talk on the phone and chat on facebook at the same time. I cannot. Some people can study while listening to music. I cannot. Some people can tell a story while cleaning, or doing their hair, or folding laundry, or making the bed. If I have to tell a story, everything else gets put on hold, including the broccoli.
I get it from my dad. I used to HATE it when he'd be reading and I'd ask him a question, and literally 30 seconds later, he'd say, "What?"
Now, I do it all the time. Just ask my roommate. It's like it doesn't even register until 30 seconds later. "Did you just say something?" "Yeah." haha, "Ooops, sorry." I should probably work on that.
Burnt broccoli smells horrible.
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ReplyDeleteSometime you should talk to Alexia Heaton about her experience with rooming with me. Or maybe your roommate should talk to her, they could probably relate. A lot.
ReplyDeleteha ha! I do that all the time... listening to the story without really comprehending what's being said. We would make great, understanding friends :) Ha, Tara I'm with Alex and I just told her what you said. :) So funny! Can't wait for you to get to Spokane and Nick too!
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