Have you ever been trapped at a party with someone who can’t stop talking about himself?
You know the type. He goes on and on about his plans for renovating the guest bedroom, his battles with back spasms last weekend, or the latest accomplishments of his remarkable toddler.
The topics are seemingly endless.
Along the way, you might pick up an interesting tidbit or two about raising a gifted child. But when you finally extract yourself from the soliloquy, you feel annoyed (“That’s 30 minutes of my life I’ll never get back”) and maybe even angry (“The jerk never asked me about my family”).