A Little Less Conversation

I’m sure this has happened to everyone – You’re talking about something to someone and you are suddenly interrupted by the listener who is breaking your precious conversation just to say something totally unwanted, irrelevant or unnecessary. This has happened to me a lot! Weekend breakfast time at my house is a very socially interactive part of the day where we start talking about lots of stuff like doing some housework, to talking about that 9pm movie or just plain family talk about me shamelessly eating the last piece of chocolate in the night without leaving any :p. So it just so happens that I’m talking about the funny incident that happened to me at school and I’m in the middle of saying the funny part when my mother very bluntly interrupts the flow of talk saying, “Murtuza, you need have a haircut!”.

While she effortlessly shoots me down along with my story, my brother who expertly added to my insult comments, “I know! His hair looks like a jungle!”(smarty-pants). With both of them being satisfied with what they’ve said, I’m left sitting there, having lost the ability to continue speaking and the mood to go on or even do anything to defend myself against the sudden bombardment of accusations. From where did the stupid topic about the haircut come in?

Well, at least they said what they wanted to. But didn’t they forget that I was the one talking first? What is one supposed to feel when he so interestingly wants to say something but is rudely put down by his own listeners? *Sigh* I guess it’s that feeling when someone gets belittled and is left alone without having expressed the true intent of his words. Such type of reaction normally activates my overly-hyper dramatic conscience and I would start thinking about things like – maybe it would be easier if I just didn’t speak so much or didn’t speak at all – Though that would be totally overreacting. However, if it’s something I’ve learned, it’s that it isn’t about the weight of the matter being talked about. It’s about being heard. But whatever it is, at the end of the day, I didn’t have my haircut. And they didn’t get to fully hear the rest of my story. Conversation over.