The options flowed freely with a prompt like inter-.
Intercontinental. Interracial. Internment. Internet. Intercourse (nope, moving right along).
We’re gonna go with interrupt.
Being interrupted has long been a pet peeve of mine. It’s hard to pin down the root of it – when someone interrupts what I’m saying there’s a certain amount of feeling disrespected. Part of it may be Miss Manners rearing her ugly head, another part my own frustration at not getting my point across. Then there’s the highly irritating likelihood that I’ll completely lose my train of thought while fuming.
This really came to a head when I met BrightSide and his family. They would readily admit that they’re – ahem – animated conversationalists. I figure growing up in that family you learned how to blurt out your input as part of the natural course of things.
As all great marriages take work, this was an area about which I – ahem – shared my frustration with BS. To his credit, he really has gotten better about it.
These days, though, BrightSide’s shared a few ways he thinks I’m contributing to this problem. Apparently I’m a Low Talker. I suppose this means eye contact and a moving mouth are not indicative of communication…I don’t know.
I’ve also been told that I pause too long while telling a story. Umm…okay. I don’t have a stopwatch going or anything so I guess I don’t have the empirical data to refute this. We’ll just have to agree to disagree, I suppose.
We’ve been working with the kids on not interrupting for years…let’s just say they have good days and bad.
But heaven help them if they bring an interrupter home to meet the family.
Visit Linda’s blog for her weekly Stream of Consciousness feature. This week’s prompt is “inter-.”
My children interrupt often and I keep correcting. Hmm! Some day they’ll learn by then I’m old and rickety 😉
Let me invite you to my blog party going on right now. If you find the time, you are welcome to join the networking. Regards.
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What’s even funnier is when one of them corrects the other for interrupting — that’s when I have hope that the message is truly sinking in!! I’m a day late but coming on over to check out the blog party. Thanks for the invite!
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My husband was an interrupter. Made me crazy, like what he had to say was more important than what anyone else had to say.
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Did he even realize he was doing it? At first mine was flummoxed — I had to actually point it out!
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It was a point of discussion frequently.
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I thought about making a comment that would indicate that I made it before I finished reading. Do you notice when that happens? Is that a kind of interrupting?
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Huh, could be. Now I’m gonna be all obsessed with my comments for a while… 😆
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