Redoundant Echoes

Yesterday I was at the call center.
I was talking whit some dude in england when a malfunction in the line occurred and i could hear my own voice speaking, curious and vain as I´m, I started listening at it while the survey litany went automatically out of my mouth.
It was so beautiful and empty, me talking senseless words and listening my electronified echo, the guy enlisting the most popular videogames on XBOX and my hand writing down all he said the same as one hundred previous times. At the end I thought... Maybe if i listen at what I say whenever i speak, only pure words would come out ,not filtered by any kind of thought.
My attention is too much on reactions.
Listening is wiser as speaking, and now I understand why.