I spoke with a person after yoga today who had a lot to say. She began with her medical issues, this stranger, but her narrative was like a landslide—it seemed to go on forever. Still, people deserve a chance to be listened to, so I tried to give her my attention. The dialogue moved swiftly from her various physical pains to her difficult childhood and the impact it has had on her.
I couldn’t add to the discussion, since she cut me off at every attempt and I felt oddly absent, as if I weren’t even necessary for her to continue speaking. I kept thinking how I could add value to our encounter if she would only let me, but there was no chance of it. It was a tangent of epic proportions and there I was with a couple of able ears and no obvious means of escape.
Eventually, I made it out of the yoga studio, speechless, and now I have something to say, finally, if only in desperation for the words that were held captive somewhere between my tongue and lips.