Talk to me

Wow… so many days since I blogged. And I just realized that in February I just wrote some 5 or 6 posts, which totally sucks. I don’t know if it is blogger’s block or whatever. It just seems weird for me to suddenly write what I am thinking and whatnot.

So my granny has come home, and she is totally bugging me out. Yeah, she has some stories to tell and all, but it’s getting kind of boring for me to listen to the same old things about the same old people that I don’t know. And the funny part is that she likes talking with me. And most of the times I don’t even listen to her. If I am not doing anything I just stare at her, nod after every sentence, and say “hmmm” after every 3 sentences that she says. And if I am doing something, like using the comp or something, then she gets nothing. Gosh I suck. I mean, there are these people who would do anything to spend time with their grandma’s and grandpa’s, and I am not even acknowledging her when she talks with me.

Oh well… I don’t get why she likes talking with me anyway. But what I have noticed is that most people like talking with me. Like there is this aunt of mine, who’ll come and tell me all sorts of things, whether I wanna listen to it or not. And there is this classmate of mine who comes and tells me all of her troubles. It’s cool. But I don’t know why they would rather tell me, and not others. I don’t seem to tell them anything.

I am not telling that I don’t wanna listen to these people when they talk with me. I like listening to people. In fact, rather than talking, I would rather listen to people. I find it very interesting sometimes. Just wondering why it is me that they like talking to.