Something I really seemed to have mastered is tuning things out. I think this comes from a few different things:

1. Ignoring my grandmother, she bitched so much it could make your ears bleed.
2. I worked at a daycare for a little over three years. Quite a few people quit in the time that I worked there, yet no matter who the school hired the children were still wild. Maybe it was me?
3. In between working at the day care I worked for a nonprofit organization that gave mentally handicapped adults the chance to live a life “on their own.” On top of that, I worked there with Amanda. I’m not going to point out who was harder to ignore, I’d hate to hurt Amanda’s feelings.
4. My boyfriend talks a whole lot.

A lot of the time I can’t even sit through a movie. I accidentally stop paying attention. It’s funny though, Paul can be across the house when his phone rings, and I hear every word.