i am not a good listener.
i'm very into myself. and i know it. i'm not afraid to admit it. and i recognize this is wrong.
lately, when i'm talking with someone, i've tried to let them do most of the talking and i intently and sincerely listen. it's not easy. i can go off on something and keep talking about it forever. boring. no one cares.
i'm on an adventure to discover the little listening bug inside me. maybe a listening butterfly? i like butterflies.
see! there i go again. just chatting away.
in attempt to become a good listener, let me introduce...
Secrets.
the idea came from this lovely blog.
and she got the idea from this blog.
this is how it works:
this is an opportunity for anyone to share a secret(s) anonymously in the comments. It can be anything. I won't judge. I'm here to listen.
image via pinterest.
The Rules:
(some copied from so, hi).
1. This is open to anyone who wants to participate, from regular follower to casual visitor.
2. Post a secret anonymously, no names please.
3.
I will not censor anything - so feel free to say whatever you need to. I
will delete the comment if it is harmful to someone else's feelings,
though.
4. If you feel uncomfortable with this, no worries, you don't have to share anything. no pressure at all.
5. Please, no rude comments and replies about others' secrets.
6. I am going to participate as well. One of the comments will be mine.
7. You may email me your secret if you feel more comfortable with that: lulavina (at) gmail (dot) com.
KATHRYN.
4 comments:
I have Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD). It's hard to be around people, because I'm afraid they'll see some of the weird things I do. It's extremely embarrassing.
I'm afraid of the dark. And, even at sweet *seventeen*, I've never kissed a boy, let alone hold his hand.
My biggest secret? Is it ridiculous that I feel insecure telling someone this even despite the fact that I am posting it anonymously? I have fake conversations with real people. I say fake because they are not really there, I only pretend I'm talking to them. I guess you could say it's because I feel as if I cannot truly express myself to certain people, so I imagine I am expressing myself to them in order to satisfy a desire that cannot be fulfilled in real life. Sometimes it's just too painful to live life without my imagination, so I imagine all the things I cannot have and pretend I'm having all the conversations I wish I could have, when, in reality, I feel as if I cannot. It's kind of an unhealthy habit.
My secret is about you Katy.
You don't know who I am and likely never will. Not to come across as a total creep, but I fell in love with you the day I met you. We went to high school together and we had a few classes together. I always enjoyed watching and listening to you, but never got too involved because that's just who I am. You have an amazing charm about you that's not commonly found in most people. You are a beautiful person in every way and I always wished I would have gotten to know you better. Hope this doesn't come as too much of a shock to you, but I hoped it would at the very least put a smile on your face and make you feel special, because you are.
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