Shut up for one tiny second, Mark Morford
Not long ago or maybe it was just last week, my friend had an epiphany.
She said, in a surprised and exasperated voice, in that tone you normally reserve for discovering you have obscenely bad breath or a third nipple or maybe a clump of shiny black hairs sticking out of your nose and no one bothered to tell you, she said, “Oh my God! Do you know what I just realized? I talk way too much.”
This was no small discovery. This was no inconsequential awakening. My friend – who was, by the way, wholly correct – was not one normally prone to sudden bouts of self awareness, much less a startling, quasi-spiritual confession that something was seriously amiss in how she was interacting with the world, and she needs to do something about it.
She was stunned. I was stunned. She said she just recently grasped, to her horror, that she never really heard a single thing anyone else said, never really connected to a conversation, never really listened for anything except a pause in the conversation so she could jump back in and fill it with an opinion she’d been manically forming while others were talking.
The rest: http://blog.sfgate.com/morford/2013/02/26/shut-up-for-one-tiny-second/
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