I. Love. This!! But I must confess, I'm equally guilty of interrupting as I am of being interrupted. So when I laugh at this, I'm laughing at myself. From one interrupter to the next, let me explain the phenomenon of interrupting. Most often it happens because you are so excited to relate to the person talking you have a hard time holding back. You desperately want them to know that you can relate, sympathize, empathize. Apparently, vigorously shaking your head doesn't convey the depth of relate-ability enough, you must insert your own words over theirs. On the other hand, when I'm the one being interrupted, I could really care less how much the other person relates, I just want to tell my story. I don't want to be one-upped by their more important story. I guess the moral of the story here is that being a good listener is a character trait we shouldn't take for granted.
