On the way to work today I must have heard about seven different people talking about themselves. Don’t they realize how stupid they sound?
Maybe it’s because I grew up as an only child but I don’t get this obsession people have with themselves. I hung out with myself for 14 years. I’m done with me. I want to hear about you.
Half the time, when people ask me about myself, I rush through it really fast or even change the subject so we can start talking about what really matters, them. I guess conversation is important to me because I’m a writer so the way the English language is treated is pretty much all I care about. A copy editor’s job is boring to most but I’m the kind of guy who wants to sit down with him and ask him when to use a semi colon. That’s jut the kind of person I am.
I also love story telling and when someone’s good at it, I want to write down everything they say. That’s why it drives me so nuts when people talk about themselves. They’re wasting the English language and making a mockery of story telling. I’m the kind of person who gets outraged when somebody’s boring or self-centered. You know that track where Nicki Minaj is singing a love song to herself? I would never do that in a million years. It’s basically the least “me” thing I could possibly imagine.
Sometimes when someone’s talking, I’ll find myself wondering how I would tell the story differently. I think about how I’d have a way better “third act” and I’d take out all the parts where the guy’s talking about himself. When I catch myself doing that I can’t help but smile and think, “Classic Gav.”
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