When is writing so personal it turns us off? In other words, what makes you and I connect to a piece of writing and at other times disconnect? Is the way we connect to writers any different than the way we connect in person?
When do we say that is more than we wanted to know? When is another’s experience helpful and at other times not?
I have at least two roles in nursing homes, chaplain and ombudsman. Where I am one I am not to be the other. The ombudsman role requires listening and solving and the chaplain’s role requires listening. I hear more whining as an ombudsman than I do as a chaplain.
I think this says much about how we react to one another. There is a time for solving and a time for listening. Which it is depends upon how we perceive our role and how we are perceived. Our role is often decided by another before we meet and it doesn’t always coincide with our own perception of it.