What is a Conversation, anyway?

This morning had a conversation with a girl in the kitchen. Her: da-da-da-da, blah blah haha [ I wasn’t listening AT ALL ] so I responded “Oh really?!” She laughed and responded … da-da-da, blah blah, always helps… [I seriously couldn’t tune her in] I responded “alwaysssss.” She laughed, I turned to focus on getting my coffee, and she walked away like “have a good day!”

Whereas last night I was having a great conversation with a friend, catching up, and just talking --- 90 minutes worth. This is truly remarkable for me, since I rarely stay on the phone more than 15 minutes… seriously, I put everyone on a clock – my mother included. Anyway, at some point, we were touching on sort of a deep subject. I zoned into a monologue – I promise it was important, or seemingly so. At some point I said something and received silence. I’m like okay this is awkward. She said, “I have a confession; I missed the entire last ‘thing’ you said” – I had three things and she missed one. She asked me to repeat it… and I, for the life of me, could not remember what I said (I still can’t). I wasn’t even paying attention to myself!

…And you wonder why I rely on email and text.