I hate being interrupted
AAARRRGGGHH!!!
I’m working on writing another part of this blog, but my lovely husband keeps interrupting me. I can’t help feeling a bit frustrated—it’s not his fault at all, it’s just that I’m losing my flow, and I know from experience how difficult it can be to regain it. Earlier, I felt frustrated when someone interrupted me as I spoke. Twice, I couldn’t even finish the same sentence. Twice!! If this happens, I will just stop talking now. It feels like my tolerance for being interrupted is decreasing as I get older. I have a couple of friends who do this as well. They tend to interrupt by turning the conversation towards themselves, which makes the whole thing tiring for me. I believe this is why I often end up being the listener in a relationship. I definitely don’t want to compete for time in a conversation, so it’s simpler to assume the role of listener. This is usually fine because I don’t usually like to talk about myself or my problems. However, it can be upsetting when I’ve shared something with someone and they then start talking about themselves instead of asking about the issue I’ve mentioned. This situation just gives me confirmation that sharing my true self, problems, or worries with anyone just is not worth it. I’d rather just keep them hidden.
Which is exhausting……!
Interrupting others
Yes, yes, I know. I don’t like being interrupted, so why do I do it to others? When I interrupt others, it’ s usually because we are discussing a topic I feel passionate about. That might be education, welfare, healthcare, or any social justice issue. These are my ongoing special interests, and I love discussing them with others who are knowledgeable. I like to learn about these topics through news articles, professional studies, and podcasts. I then use this knowledge in conversations, often starting my monologue with “I was listening to a podcast the other day and…”
At times, I have to say something while I remember, or it will be lost forever. These usually start with the words ‘don’t forget’. I’m reminding the other person of a task, event, or procedure we have previously agreed on, while also reminding myself. This is the one that frustrates my daughter the most.
