Interrupting Is A Sign Of A Mongrel People Surely?

Conversation uses a trigger mechanism doesn't it. I begin to say something and very early on my talk triggers a thought in you - you're reminded of something, you have an opinion to chip in, and then you blurt. You can't help yourself I know that. Stood before some of you, I can barely get fifteen seconds into my opinion before sinking beneath an interruption sometimes.

And - isn't interrupted talk a product of a people that can no longer focus for any stretch of time; a community of fidgety kids? You can't sit through a three hour film like before; you can't read a whole book: only articles. Interrupted talk the sign of a mongrel people?

Things seem to be coming to a head. Twice recently I have been there when one of you has loudly talked down an interruption with very similar words: "I AM TALKING. I AM TALKING. Ploughed on, you have, over an impatient interruption for as long as it took. And no, in neither case did it go down too well did it. Were you right to do it?

Round here you are doing something about it though; I see that. You with your organizing ways; trying to organize conversation you devils you. Interrupted talk is banned I see. The Permission Ticket system. I cannot talk 'over'. I must now remain mute until you have finished, paused a time to check you've not missed something, and then held out the Permission Ticket. Only then can I pick up a thread and run with it. 

This may mean taking notes - and so I shall carry pencil and notebook about my person at all times. And a sharpener. And a rubber. Pencil-cases are the way to go. I have bought a pencil-case.

And of course, forced to wait a turn I will experience a natural exasperation, an ennui, a small loneliness. Only to be expected. You need to mitigate this hurt by adopting a convention of sliding a sweet (any small confection will do) across the table to me - it will be both a distraction and a boon. Pencils and sweets is the way forward, I can see that. And you'll grow big bellies from all the sweets, you know that don't you.

No comments:

Post a Comment