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Learning to Listen

I’m terrible with remembering names. When I was younger I was more focused on making sure that my hand met the other person’s and that I said my name at the right time than bothering to listen to whatever they said their name was. It was like a handshake was some complicated docking procedure on the International Space Station and my name was the passphrase. I think I was afraid I might miss their hand and stick mine into their belly or just repeat their name like it was mine or something. For an adolescent, something like that would have been close to a catastrophe. Good luck... read more