Oh yes, I am that narcissistic.
When you can only talk in sporadic bursts once or maybe twice a day (like when driving back and forth from people’s houses…God bless you Jose, even though I don’t know you yet for living so far away from the Fields household that I can at least get ten good minutes of conversation in on a drive to your house…) Listening is definitely underrated.
Because some things cannot be communicated through text messages.
Thank you, the man, for listening to me.
You listened to me all day yesterday when I told you every five minutes I was queasy and sick (McDonalds!!! We used to be friends!!!) you texted with me back and forth in the parking lot of Olive Garden when I decided it would be a good thing to eat Italian food despite my queasiness and that didn’t quite work out for me…(but I have leftovers today mmmm…)
I’m just thankful that we talk.
and you listen to me.
and I listen to you.
Will I tell you this to your face…