Perspective changing
I met up with some friends tonight to shoot pool and have some beers over at the Alley Cat, everyone's favorite dive bar. One of the gals that was there talked for over half an hour about breaking up with her bf. Usually I love these conversations as it's an opportunity to really synch into peoples head space and figure out who they are & where they're coming from. But instead, I was bored and annoyed as all get out. She's in the 'talk about it' stage which is good, but her issue was so apparent and she's poised to be in an incredible place for herself soon, mentally. I suppose because her issue was similar to what I've gone through in the past I was able to boil it down to a pulp quickly, offer up smiles & support, but after 5 minutes I was so done listening to it and ended up leaving because I was so drained from her ongoing monologue.
So what is going on here? I used to LOVE talking to people about relationships and helping them look at alternatives and move on to resolution. Now I turn my back to it. Even with my mom & Chris, I change the subject or explain how they need to communicate and then change the subject. I don't know where or when or how the switch turned off in my head, but I have no patience for this type of chatter. The other week this happened to me as well and I thought maybe it was person-specific, but I'm understanding that it may be me morphing into a new stage.
What is so awkward and strange about it for me is that something that I used to love has become something that drives me utterly insane and drives me to the cliff of boredom. Perhaps I don't need to understand it and just take it as it is and think about more of what's going on with me in the formative sense. Either way, something I'm gnawing on.
So what is going on here? I used to LOVE talking to people about relationships and helping them look at alternatives and move on to resolution. Now I turn my back to it. Even with my mom & Chris, I change the subject or explain how they need to communicate and then change the subject. I don't know where or when or how the switch turned off in my head, but I have no patience for this type of chatter. The other week this happened to me as well and I thought maybe it was person-specific, but I'm understanding that it may be me morphing into a new stage.
What is so awkward and strange about it for me is that something that I used to love has become something that drives me utterly insane and drives me to the cliff of boredom. Perhaps I don't need to understand it and just take it as it is and think about more of what's going on with me in the formative sense. Either way, something I'm gnawing on.