There is a spider living in my bathroom. I do not know much except that it is a good listener because I did most of the talking to it. I would talk to it, ask it questions, and it would just sit there listening to what I would have to say. I could've asked it questions about itself but I just needed someone to listen and that spider provided the answer for me.
I think listening is a great talent. I mean, I talked my head off to that spider and it didn't say anything. It made me feel better. I think I found the next Olympic sport.
Now I want to be a great listener. I want to be that friendly neighborhood spider. Speaking and listening goes hand-in-hand though. In order for one person to listen, one has to speak. I think I speak too much.
So here I am sitting, waiting, and listening.
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