Listening is a dying art

I find that people are not interested in listening anymore. People are only interested in talking. As if only their opinions and their points of view matter. What I say is never important, never worth paying attention to, never worth listening to.

I find that I am becoming more and more quiet, just listening to the people around me talk, and keeping all my feelings, opinions and views to myself. Or if I am afforded the opportunity to talk, I have to talk about the things that interest the people I am with, not the things that interest me.

Sometimes I just need someone to listen to my deepest darkest feelings without being judgmental, without a counter-argument, without interruptions. Sometimes I just need someone to listen.

But then again, if people were listening to me in the first place, I would never have started this blog.