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I've never had this problem before......ever. Talking/conversation has always been pretty easy for me. Sure so far my college years have molded me into more of a listener than I might have been considered in high school, but overall I know how to converse. At least I thought.
Why is it then that phone conversations with Brent have become so arduous (and I better get a gold star for having that awesome word come to mind as I write this at 1am) and painful? It's basically long silences with a few words in between. We're lucky if we make it to 20 minutes now before the conversation officially dies (and even when it does we just end up sitting there on the phone saying nothing and listening to the silence). It's like I have no idea what to say to him; I really do want to talk to him, I look forward to it all day. Yet when we do actually talk we spend about 10 minutes running through our respective days and then he basically gets closer and closer to a sleep induced coma. I mean, okay, I DO understand that he's tried, I would be tired if I had to do all he does all day too, but still, what's going on with the conversation?
Is it the fact that I've only known him for 2 months (almost) and we don't have a lot of common friends to talk about? Or that we should be talking about sports, politics, or local news? Perhaps it's just the fact that we talk every night. Don't get me wrong, I think that communication is KEY to any relationship (or friendship for that matter), but obviously theres just a problem here.
Other thing is that if I tell him that our conversations have been, well, lame lately, he'll disagree with me. I tell him I'm sorry that my end of the conversations are awful (I know this, I'll admit to it), and he just tells me that I'm fine on the phone. Honestly, it doesn't feel that way to me.
Perhaps it's part of the new-ish Megan. Perhaps it's the fact that nothing really substantial has happened to me all summer to actually talk about. I really just don't know anymore.
I just wish I understood what my problem was.
Why is it then that phone conversations with Brent have become so arduous (and I better get a gold star for having that awesome word come to mind as I write this at 1am) and painful? It's basically long silences with a few words in between. We're lucky if we make it to 20 minutes now before the conversation officially dies (and even when it does we just end up sitting there on the phone saying nothing and listening to the silence). It's like I have no idea what to say to him; I really do want to talk to him, I look forward to it all day. Yet when we do actually talk we spend about 10 minutes running through our respective days and then he basically gets closer and closer to a sleep induced coma. I mean, okay, I DO understand that he's tried, I would be tired if I had to do all he does all day too, but still, what's going on with the conversation?
Is it the fact that I've only known him for 2 months (almost) and we don't have a lot of common friends to talk about? Or that we should be talking about sports, politics, or local news? Perhaps it's just the fact that we talk every night. Don't get me wrong, I think that communication is KEY to any relationship (or friendship for that matter), but obviously theres just a problem here.
Other thing is that if I tell him that our conversations have been, well, lame lately, he'll disagree with me. I tell him I'm sorry that my end of the conversations are awful (I know this, I'll admit to it), and he just tells me that I'm fine on the phone. Honestly, it doesn't feel that way to me.
Perhaps it's part of the new-ish Megan. Perhaps it's the fact that nothing really substantial has happened to me all summer to actually talk about. I really just don't know anymore.
I just wish I understood what my problem was.