Times are hard. For the first time in my life I had to get a house mate. I'm a private person who had to open my house to a complete stranger because I need the money. I want Ava to move in and she very much wants to move in, but she started school this year and couldn't even think of taking the time to do a huge move--but she will next year.
So I've had a house mate for the last 8 months now and he's the greatest guy in the world. Responsible, considerate, funny. Only thing is he talks my freakin' ear off. I now rush between my studio and the kitchen because if I don't look like I'm in a hurry, I'll be hit with a "Say, there's an article I just read on the net about blah, blah, blah. I've been pondering this subject myself for a long time and let me tell you....". And he'll proceed to talk at me for as long as I'm standing there. Absolutely no words will come from me other than my stock "Wow...really...is that right?...".
Maybe this all wouldn't be so bad if we engaged in two-way conversations. If I ever initiate a conversation with him, his immediate response is "That reminds me of an uncle of mine. Let me tell you about him". There's never ever EVER any "Wow, Les! So what did you do about that??". It's always, "A similar thing happened to me. Let me tell you". It's gotten so bad that Ava often refuses to come over and hang out because my roommate will talk at her until she runs for cover. When she's had a long day, he can drain whatever life she has remaining in her. He's very aware that he talks quite a bit but that doesn't deter him from punishing us with blabber.
How I long for a house mate that I pass in the hallway and we both say "Hey, how's your night going?". "Fine, just checkin' out some TV", and off we go to our respective retreats. And what makes things worse is he's this brainiac educator that waxes eternally about the driest things you could ever imagine. At first I was as happy as a clam to have an intelligent fellow under my roof to discuss the deeper topics of the day with. But now he doesn't pick up on the fact that I don't find the history of Ghesault therapy fascinating and I don't want to hear how it's affected his life and the life of everyone he's ever met.
Can anyone here relate? Do you have house mates or friends that just don't pick up those basic social cues of when to end their stream of blab?
So I've had a house mate for the last 8 months now and he's the greatest guy in the world. Responsible, considerate, funny. Only thing is he talks my freakin' ear off. I now rush between my studio and the kitchen because if I don't look like I'm in a hurry, I'll be hit with a "Say, there's an article I just read on the net about blah, blah, blah. I've been pondering this subject myself for a long time and let me tell you....". And he'll proceed to talk at me for as long as I'm standing there. Absolutely no words will come from me other than my stock "Wow...really...is that right?...".
Maybe this all wouldn't be so bad if we engaged in two-way conversations. If I ever initiate a conversation with him, his immediate response is "That reminds me of an uncle of mine. Let me tell you about him". There's never ever EVER any "Wow, Les! So what did you do about that??". It's always, "A similar thing happened to me. Let me tell you". It's gotten so bad that Ava often refuses to come over and hang out because my roommate will talk at her until she runs for cover. When she's had a long day, he can drain whatever life she has remaining in her. He's very aware that he talks quite a bit but that doesn't deter him from punishing us with blabber.
How I long for a house mate that I pass in the hallway and we both say "Hey, how's your night going?". "Fine, just checkin' out some TV", and off we go to our respective retreats. And what makes things worse is he's this brainiac educator that waxes eternally about the driest things you could ever imagine. At first I was as happy as a clam to have an intelligent fellow under my roof to discuss the deeper topics of the day with. But now he doesn't pick up on the fact that I don't find the history of Ghesault therapy fascinating and I don't want to hear how it's affected his life and the life of everyone he's ever met.
Can anyone here relate? Do you have house mates or friends that just don't pick up those basic social cues of when to end their stream of blab?
