She didn’t even hear me.
Ugh, that was a little embarrassing.
Shake it off.
What do I do?
There’s no one else to talk to.
Guess I’ll look at Pinterest and be on my phone too.
She starts laughing, showing me a funny video clip.
I say something about it and… she doesn’t hear me… on to the next distraction.
Why am I here sharing my time with someone that chooses to not connect?
Something to think about.
~ Monica
okay…. you GOT to tell me who that is… at first I thought I was reading about me, but you said not connecting. but I am sorry you are dealing with that
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I feel like you and I connect very well. You always pay attention and I don’t ever recall you looking at your phone while we were talking. This isn’t about any one person – just something I’ve experienced many times with different people over the years since cell phones came out. It’s fictional, but not, if that makes sense.
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gotcha!
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Some decorate their rooms, their lives, with whatever is at hand – furniture, art or people. To them, all are equally innate. “Did that pillow just make a noise? Odd. Whatever…”
Enough of this, and soon only the furniture will remain, as the other “:objects” departed long ago to bask in warm, genuine companionship.
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Agreed 🙂
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That’s a really good way to put it. Thank-you for your comment!
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Well said….but thanks for the follow, too. 😉
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