>last night a dear friend stayed over … in our chat many things floated in and out, relationships, man-woman, culture differences, kind of work we like to do, passion, being a maverick, death, life, love, parents …..
in one such chat, among many other things, my friend told me that she experiences me as someone who does not want to really listen when others tell her something positive about herself. she also experiences me as someone who wants to hold on to a picture which is sepia coloured, old, dog eared and tearing at the corner – worse, does not even look like her any more, but she insists that that is the only person that she recognises as herself, irrespective of what others are saying to her.
all of these rang true to my ear and i thought none of these are new and yet they are not causing any distress as they do when i hear them from A. As though receiving truth from someone in whom you have a high emotional stake is like taking bitter medicine and the responsibility of turning the medicine into sweet elixir or vanishing it into thin air lies with the other individual.
that set me thinking that when we are talking to people with whom we are very deeply involved, lovers, spouses, bosses, parents, friends, and whoever else – do we really listen? I mean, do we have the emotional wherewithal to listen at that point of time when truth is being told, be it in a matter of fact way, or in anger or in resentment or in love … do we really listen? Or is it so that at the moment of listening, we are actually busy matching what is being said with the script that is running in our mind and feeling frustrated when it is not matching line per line?
I know i certainly do that most times. Hmm, well, i wonder whether this realisation will provide a little bit of peace to poor exasperated A? ha, ha, ha!!