Humor Me and Call It a Bubbler
We all have those little communication quirks that we have no control over. You know, the ones people correct you on. The ones you sometimes feel self-conscious about, but cannot control (without effort or maybe speech therapy). And, despite how self-conscious we might be, I cannot help my quirks, just as you cannot help yours. If you make a mistake in front of me, I will ignore it even if it bothers me. That being said, I wish I could tell you to…
Humor me and how I talk too fast when I am excited. The words are all there, in my head, but get jumbled somewhere between my brain and my lips. It comes out in the wrong order, or garbled, forcing me to start over and slow down. Yes, you can laugh with me when this happens. I usually laugh at myself regardless. Do not, however, be rude, treat me like an idiot, and give me grief for it. I find the teasing offensive.
Humor me and refrain from talking with your mouth full. Not only is it dangerous, I often can’t understand what you are trying to tell me while you are in the middle of chewing. Whatever it may be, you can eat your food and then tell me. Besides, I never learned the Heimlich Maneuver, and would rather not have to learn on the spot, for both our sake.
Please, please, please, humor me and wait for me to pause naturally in my part of our discussion before you ask questions or add your input. Growing up, our family would gather around the dinner table, like a tradition family would, and discuss how our day went. Without fail, we would soon be interrupting each other to ask questions or add comments, resulting in the derailment of the entire topic at hand. To this day, it irritates me when I am explaining something or recounting an event only to have the other person stop me mid-sentence. Please let me finish before you cut in, otherwise you might miss what I am saying.
Humor me and proofread your work before posting it on the internet. Mistakes in type or writing are natural and common. I am far from perfect, so I would not expect you to be. However, when I see works with multiple errors, most of these errors being very obvious, it bothers me. It makes me wonder if you care at all about what other people will think when they read what you wrote. Granted, either way I will not correct you. I will wish you would have taken the time to reread your work so you could catch the two “the”s in a row or the misspelling of a few words.
Finally, humor me and my local dialect. The Northeastern vernacular is very unique, a mix of Belgian, German, Polish, and many other dialects all merged into one big headache for anyone not from the area. I have no idea why we say “Ya, and so?” as a response. It came from Germany. I haven’t a clue why I pronounce “sink” as “zink” when I am around my Polish grandma. I have no idea why I call the drinking stations at school “bubblers”. The teachers called them that; the students called them that; everyone called them bubblers. It irks me when people interrupt me to ask, “You mean a water fountain, right?”. You might know it as that, but I grew up knowing it as and calling it something else. So, please, just humor me and call it a bubbler.