Yesterday, I had a short but strange conversation with someone. Usually, I feel ackward while I speak with other people. I don't always get some wit on time. It is not my area of expertise. Yesterday, I felt, for a rare time, that the role where reverse. The other person seemed to justified himself. On my side, I was understanding of his stance and ready to move on.
Feeling at ease talking, be it in front of a group or on a one on one level, it is an artform. I would like to be a bit more quicker in my thinking. What discourage me is that only practice can be helping to get better. I don't always have the energy or time to do it. What I found interesting, yesterday, was that I felt confident, even if I knew I could be better in my reply. It was a good day on that side.
Talking is not my strong point. I don't master that artform. I would like to be better in conversation and be witty. My creative strenght are elsewhere. It was just interesting to be in a situation where I didn't drag on in the conversation. It was more the other person that was dragging a bit. What I get from yesterday is to not interact with that person again because it isn't with him that I will get better in conversation.
Creating a dialogue is way easier for me. I feel more spontaneous while I am writing it. I don't know why it is easier that way. Maybe there is less stress because the dialogue on paper is part of a piece of fiction.
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