The Guardian| December 20, 2024
I thought I was just a bad listener.
I didn’t like podcasts. I’d routinely interrupt conversations, asking “what?”, not able to keep up. I could barely detect song lyrics and tended to prefer classical music. I studied literature throughout college and graduate school, so I assumed I was a textual learner. Conversations were difficult, especially in crowded places; I chalked that up to a deficit of personality.
Maybe I was easily distracted, I would tell myself when I turned a podcast off after just a few minutes. When I lost the thread of what friends were saying, I reasoned that I preferred quieter spaces over loud bars.
