After a four-month obsession with Whose Line Is It Anyway, I found an improv comedy class taught by a local little hole-in-the-wall black box theater that features some surprisingly talented people. My first lesson was last Monday, and it brought something very important to my attention. I am a horrible communicator.
Which is kind of surprising since my degree, jobs, and hobbies revolve around communication. But it actually makes sense in a way. I'm either so focused on one activity that I don't notice if someone comes up and starts talking to me, or I'm 10,000 miles away dreaming and not noticing anything around me. There's a whole middle area there, between extreme concentration and dreaming that's lacking.
The good thing is that I'm finally doing something about (in a fun way so I'm tempted to keep going). With these classes I'll learn how to listen, how to make eye contact and really understand what someone else is saying, and how to notice what's going on around me. I can already tell that it's going to have a positive affect on all of my relationships :-)
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