Here we go, self complaint time:
Something fairly recent that I discovered about myself is that I’m a bad listener. I suppose I’ve known this for a while, but when I really began to notice it was last year. I reconnected with some of my high school friends when I visited home over Thanksgiving, and we were reminiscing about school and our classmates and teachers, and I was shocked at how much they remembered about me. I guess firstly I should say that I like to talk – a lot, and a good portion of it is complaints, too. I just kind of blabber on to whoever is around me, and usually to my good friends. Often I don’t remember exactly who I say something to when I am upset or excited about something…..and so naturally, I was amazed when three+ years later, my high school friends remembered random details of my life that even I had forgotten about.
It gave me a warm feeling, for lack of a better adjective, to know that they had cared enough about me – and probably still care today – to really absorb what I had said several years ago and still remember it. And it also felt awful when I reflected on it later and discovered that I could hardly remember anything that I did with those people, or anything personal that they had told me when we were classmates. It’s not that I dislike them or have forgotten about them or hold any sort of negative feelings towards them. I just realized – through that and other similar situations – that I am a bad listener.
I think the problem is that in order for me to really absorb what someone is telling me, I need to be 100% paying attention to their speech. And for some unknown reason, that’s incredibly hard for me to do. I get too distracted by things – the window, people walking by, my coffee, my phone, the temperature, where I have to be later, random other thoughts I have. I really really want to listen to them. And I really really want people to talk to me about their problems. And I really really want to be able to help them solve their problems and also return to them later when we reconnect after years apart, so I can say, “Whatever happened with that guy you were interested in back in X year?” and we can have something legitimate to talk about. Although sometimes talking about prior love interests is not a pleasant affair.
I’m honestly trying to make myself into a better listener. I’m trying to focus all of my attention on whatever person is talking to me at any given moment. I don’t really know yet whether it’s making a difference, but I sincerely hope so. I have so many wonderful people in my life that put up with all of my complaints (okay I’m really not as whiny as I’m illustrating myself to be, I promise), and I want to be able to return the favor. I’m going to have a new roommate over the summer, so perhaps I can start there.
Time for self-reformation!