Listening is not one of my better qualities….
“Huh? Did you say something? Sorry, I was just telling myself I need to listen more.”
My brain is busy. It got stuff goin on up dere.
In the car, coming back from grocery shopping, my wife was having a conversation with me.
I would nod my head, and say, “uh, huh” at what I thought were the appropriate times by picking out pauses and roughly every 3rd or 9th word she would say.
It’s s complicated system that my busy brain has devised for me to seem interested in what is going on around me. When actually, I am visualizing me riding a full grocery cart down the parking lot. Feet up on the step, wind in my hair, one bad wheel threatening to fall off.
While she is talking, and I’m nodding, and driving, and visualizing my infantile behavior, my brain throws another thing into the mix.
A song starts playing….in my head. I think I am singing it….in my head.
When all of the sudden my wife says,
“What in the world are you mumbling, why are you grooving while you are driving and have you even heard anything I have said since we got into the car?”
“I’m not mumbling…I am reciting the lyrics to ‘Manic Depression’ by the legendary guitarist and artist, Johnny Allen Hendrix, the Voodoo Child, better known as Jimi Hendrix.
And you were just talking about …umm….well…eggs Benedict?….no wait….ummmm….summer tanning…”
I’m starting to get the “wife glare”
If you are married and anything like me….then I am sure you have seen it.
So….i just give her a cheesy smile and go back to singing…
Duh, nuh nuh nuh nuh, duh nuh nuh nuh nuh
“Woman so weary, the sweet cause in vain
You make love, you break love
It’s all the same
When it’s, when it’s over, mama
Music, sweet music
I wish I could caress, caress, caress
Manic depression is a frustrating mess”
At least my terrible rendition got a smile.
After that she quit listening.