As If
All I could think of when my friend was talking to me in the hosptial was that "it was as though I was not there, like I happened to be an incidental party in her conversation about herself. It reminds me of when I was younger and did not know better. I would rattle on and on about myself not even taking notice that I had not allowed the other person to share a word about themself. I have been running into that a lot lately and I recall living in it for a long long time. I was this person in this person's life who happened to be there every morning and every night. Try as I might to get my point across there was simply no way that was going to happen. After a time I realized that there was not any point in sharing and would keep things to myself. After all I was not going to be heard and it was not going to make a fucking bit of difference. I as spinning my wheels with people who never learned how to listen and respond accordingly. ...