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		By: Anonymous		</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 22 Mar 2007 02:50:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[No - I didn&#039;t miss the gist. I get it. I was just trying to be funny, and then in the middle of my blog entry, I found myself in the unfortunate position of realizing that I had fallen into a &quot;rat hole&quot; within my post, and I couldn&#039;t seem to get out.  So I tried my best to salvage it and then spent the rest of the night in silence. &lt;/&gt;&lt;/&gt;Miss those late night talks. Have fond memories of deep intellectual conversations which centered on really wanting to know what the truth was in a matter or to a question.  And then of course you and Lynne would go into another room and laugh uncontrollably about something or other while Bill and I went on to even more meaningful discussion such as &quot;Who won the World Series in 1981 or 1984?&quot; or &quot;How is it possible for one city (Cleveland) to be so unlucky in sport?&quot; etc...&lt;/&gt;Those were the days-]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>No &#8211; I didn&#8217;t miss the gist. I get it. I was just trying to be funny, and then in the middle of my blog entry, I found myself in the unfortunate position of realizing that I had fallen into a &#8220;rat hole&#8221; within my post, and I couldn&#8217;t seem to get out.  So I tried my best to salvage it and then spent the rest of the night in silence. </></>Miss those late night talks. Have fond memories of deep intellectual conversations which centered on really wanting to know what the truth was in a matter or to a question.  And then of course you and Lynne would go into another room and laugh uncontrollably about something or other while Bill and I went on to even more meaningful discussion such as &#8220;Who won the World Series in 1981 or 1984?&#8221; or &#8220;How is it possible for one city (Cleveland) to be so unlucky in sport?&#8221; etc&#8230;</>Those were the days-</p>
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		By: Rebecca		</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 22 Mar 2007 01:48:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Well, Liklak, I fear you have missed the gist of things entirely.  It is Not A Bad Thing that you are the strong, silent type.  No-- it is a good thing.  A Good Thing.  &lt;/&gt;&lt;/&gt;Haven&#039;t you noticed that is the garrulous and loquacious who are among the most derided stereotypes in books and movies?  Being talkative is Not Good.  It is Not Admirable.  It makes the talker look Stupid.&lt;/&gt;&lt;/&gt;And you, my friend, Never look stupid.&lt;/&gt;&lt;/&gt;I&#039;m sure that you put your verbage in the workplace to good use.  I&#039;m sure that E&amp;Y is all the better for it.  And Lynne is Not Dissatisfied In The Least in the dialogue she shares with you.&lt;/&gt;&lt;/&gt;But I know you talk.  I know you do.  I (we) have been up Far Too Late on Many, Many occasions because we were all talking (and laughing) At All Hours.  Remember?&lt;/&gt;&lt;/&gt;&lt;/&gt;Beth,  Horrors!!!  But hey, I got a comment on the next post that says my writing reminds the commentator of Marilynne Robinson in Gilead.  Gilead!!  So I guess I can bear the comparison to Angela.  And Kelly.  I guess I can bear it.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Well, Liklak, I fear you have missed the gist of things entirely.  It is Not A Bad Thing that you are the strong, silent type.  No&#8211; it is a good thing.  A Good Thing.  </></>Haven&#8217;t you noticed that is the garrulous and loquacious who are among the most derided stereotypes in books and movies?  Being talkative is Not Good.  It is Not Admirable.  It makes the talker look Stupid.</></>And you, my friend, Never look stupid.</></>I&#8217;m sure that you put your verbage in the workplace to good use.  I&#8217;m sure that E&#038;Y is all the better for it.  And Lynne is Not Dissatisfied In The Least in the dialogue she shares with you.</></>But I know you talk.  I know you do.  I (we) have been up Far Too Late on Many, Many occasions because we were all talking (and laughing) At All Hours.  Remember?</></></>Beth,  Horrors!!!  But hey, I got a comment on the next post that says my writing reminds the commentator of Marilynne Robinson in Gilead.  Gilead!!  So I guess I can bear the comparison to Angela.  And Kelly.  I guess I can bear it.</p>
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		By: Beth		</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 21 Mar 2007 13:51:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Well, I have to admit that when I watch the Office and Kelly is on screen I immediately think of you...TOTALLY KIDDING.&lt;/&gt;&lt;/&gt;it is Angela that reminds me of you.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Well, I have to admit that when I watch the Office and Kelly is on screen I immediately think of you&#8230;TOTALLY KIDDING.</></>it is Angela that reminds me of you.</p>
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		By: Anonymous		</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 21 Mar 2007 04:27:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Scott here -&lt;/&gt;I talk... I talk plenty thank you! The issue is of course that I use most of my words up during the day while I am at the office. I am not the least bit insecure when talking there. In fact I am quite sure that there are good people at my place of work that most likely contend that I talk too much. &lt;/&gt;&lt;/&gt;So what is a guy to do... use less words while at work in order to save some for his wife in the evening? What if an important subject goes uncommunicated for the sake of storing up nouns and verbs and adjectives for the evening? Is this a noble thing to do or an eminently foolish thing? Is it potentially an act of modern day chivalry to sacrifice productivity at ones job in order to communicate better with ones spouse? Or- is this in reality a good thing for a relationship if (and this is a big IF) the man replaces the collection of sounds that project from his mouth with sincere listening with his ears? &lt;/&gt;&lt;/&gt;For a man this is not an insignificant matter. It is after all one of the approximately 40 (or so) undeniable truths of life... that there are only &quot;so many&quot; words that a guy can say in one day. The use of the spoken word cannot be taken lightly and the use and direction of it certainly should not be assumed on anyone. &lt;/&gt;&lt;/&gt;Maybe every man should have a Rebecca in his life in order to fill in the void in communication with his wife that is created by a perfectly legitimate situation involving 10-12 hours a day that they are apart. Yes, I rather like this arrangement. Rebecca talks, Lynne listens, Lynne talks, Rebecca listens... maybe at the same time, maybe not.  It really doesn&#039;t matter.  Then, I can merely listen for the rest of the evening and it all balances out in the end.&lt;/&gt;&lt;/&gt;But hey- I talk, really I do. I can send you testimonials of people at the office that hear me every day.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Scott here &#8211;</>I talk&#8230; I talk plenty thank you! The issue is of course that I use most of my words up during the day while I am at the office. I am not the least bit insecure when talking there. In fact I am quite sure that there are good people at my place of work that most likely contend that I talk too much. </></>So what is a guy to do&#8230; use less words while at work in order to save some for his wife in the evening? What if an important subject goes uncommunicated for the sake of storing up nouns and verbs and adjectives for the evening? Is this a noble thing to do or an eminently foolish thing? Is it potentially an act of modern day chivalry to sacrifice productivity at ones job in order to communicate better with ones spouse? Or- is this in reality a good thing for a relationship if (and this is a big IF) the man replaces the collection of sounds that project from his mouth with sincere listening with his ears? </></>For a man this is not an insignificant matter. It is after all one of the approximately 40 (or so) undeniable truths of life&#8230; that there are only &#8220;so many&#8221; words that a guy can say in one day. The use of the spoken word cannot be taken lightly and the use and direction of it certainly should not be assumed on anyone. </></>Maybe every man should have a Rebecca in his life in order to fill in the void in communication with his wife that is created by a perfectly legitimate situation involving 10-12 hours a day that they are apart. Yes, I rather like this arrangement. Rebecca talks, Lynne listens, Lynne talks, Rebecca listens&#8230; maybe at the same time, maybe not.  It really doesn&#8217;t matter.  Then, I can merely listen for the rest of the evening and it all balances out in the end.</></>But hey- I talk, really I do. I can send you testimonials of people at the office that hear me every day.</p>
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