People are peculiar. And narcissistic.
I know this because I am a person. And a watcher.
Though I am not the listener I strive to be.
I see myself in conversation and I am absorbing what you're saying. But then I'm jumping in with my own thing. With my own spin.
And I think, God, just hush. Let the other person talk. Let them emote.
Part of it is a desire to keep the conversation going, the fear of the lull. Part of it is a crushing need to relate with a shared experience. And yet another part is this itch to talk about me. To validate my existence by telling you about it.
And that? I don't want. I want to be someone who makes eye contact and listens and nods and lets you dribble words until they fail you.
I think I'll be working for it until the day I die.