I am intrigued by how words mean when we imply that they do,
how they tend to break up across the rock of accountability
and in the soup kitchen of the unconscious.
Do you know what I mean?
Dripping with the apparently un-self-conscious irony of a monologue masquerading as a conversation, the "talk-over" talker dominates and interrupts. Negotiating an interaction with such talkers is one of my most unenjoyable tasks.How do you deal with it?
I try not to become one myself... at least that way, I can keep the numbers down.Seriously, it is a tough intervention, since it seems like no intervention is ever effective without being a total a**hole myself... I'll have to reflect on this a bit more.