Not to brag, but I am excellent at feigning interest in whatever it is they're talking about -- mostly because I am genuinely interested in them. It works out.
Sometimes I wonder, though, if they'll ever return the favor. Will they, for example, learn to listen attentively while I talk about my training runs and the vagaries of grammar and my endless quest for the perfect black pumps and the poignant, breathtaking humanity that infuses the works of Amy Bloom and Jhumpa Lahiri?
Probably not. That's cool. We don't have to understand each other in order to love each other. And wow, it's a good thing, huh?
|This is a big deal. I do not know why. Just looks to me like a white car. I have a |
white car. No one ever wants to stand in front of it and have their picture taken.