“I grasp Levi’s ear between my thumb and middle finger. I run my forefinger along the edge of his ear; it feels velvety soft. He looks at me with sad eyes and I’m sure he’s thinking “You were gone for an awful long time today.” I notice that it’s cold so I take his ear in both hands and rub quickly creating heat. He doesn’t seem to mind. He lowers his head closer to my face and breaths softly and deeply. He’s glad that I’m home again.”
Much of translates into trying to tell people about events that they may or may not be interested in. Even if they were interested, after a five minute story with no end in sight, no one cares what you have to say anymore. People don’t want the details. All they want is:
“Levi was so happy I came home last night.”
Where’s the fun in that?