The Cold Hard Truth!

A little education is an embarrassing thing.   I can start a million conversations.  I can even end them, but it is the continuing of them that is sometimes difficult.

That means I'm good for the short haul.  I am a jack of many trades and really master of none. I am a hostess's dream.  I can float from one person to the next without batting an eye. A dab of Rumi, a dash of Shakespeare, a "little bit of this, a little bit of that..."  Keep it short, sweet, perhaps superficial and don't linger too long in one place.

Actually I am being hard on myself.  I can delve a little deeper on some subjects and I am the consummate listener.  That's what most people really want -- not someone to talk to, but someone to listen to them talk.  I learned that as a child sitting with my father.  I simply basked in his presence.  It didn't matter to me if he talked about the Rosetta Stone, or Stratford upon Avon.  It only mattered that he talked to me!  And I did learn a few things.  Listening is often under-rated.

I simply don't retain many of the details.  I am still often caught in the desire to bask in someone else's knowledge, or presence.  I am in awe of people who really know what they are talking about.  But I fear looking as illiterate as I often feel too.  I'm one of those sad people who know how much I don't know....and it's a lot.

I am learning to simply admit it.  I say, "Oh really?  Tell me more about that!"  I mean that and as long as you can live with that, we are okay.  I truly love learning and the fact that I don't retain all the details does not dim my love.  I realize it is simply a part of who I am.  Unfortunately it sometimes dims the enthusiasm of those I am with.