Shall I Continue, Perhaps?

Why do I feel sacrificed?
For others' ignorance...
Why do you make it awkward?
Me, and this situation...

You took something away
from me...
Then why do you refuse to listen?
It's my time to be listened.
Could you...
please...
listen?

Perhaps one is smarter than others. Perhaps one feels the urge of sharing the knowledge that he/she possesses with others as detail as it possibly could. Or perhaps...

Let me take you a few steps back...

A group of 3 men were allocated the same time to share the result of their research in front of thousands of me. Lets say 60 minutes each (I think they can manage to do that).

The 1st man did a research on universe.
He started with the idea of the language of the universe. One must not say a word in order to be understood. He took us on a journey of experiencing the language of the universe. We moved, we clapped, we danced -- we did all the possible things to communicate but using our words.
-- His one hour finally ended.
He spent another 5 minutes to close it. He closed it with an invitation on further discussion on the matter. It was extraordinarily fine.

The 2nd man did a research on differences.
He told us that theoretically, we were different. He said that many researchers shared the same idea on this. The people worked for him applied different things to different people. They even conducted researches on how people reacted differently to different stimulus.
-- His one hour finally ended. Yet, he continued talking.
The place he was working in support the idea of fostering differences. He presented data, charts, tables, and many supposedly-look-like-intellectual works.
-- Another 15 minutes passed.
He kept telling us to support the idea on preserving differences.
-- Another 15 minutes passed.
He showed pictures on how differences interacted.
-- I looked at our watch - another 15 minutes.
Pictures...data...pictures...
-- I was about to strangle him myself at the time he finally ended his over-winding speech.

The 3rd man did a research on society.
Poor, poor man. He had only 15 minutes on schedule. He presented his findings on the society. He raised a question about how we lived our live. He related our answer with his research findings.
-- what did he say? - ow, 15 minutes already.
He said that he questioned...blah...blah...blah...
-- I glanced at my watch - another 15 minutes.
He ended his part in exactly 45 minutes.

Perhaps, it's the way one communicates.
Perhaps, it's the content that one says.
Perhaps, it's the rule that one has to obey.
Perhaps, it's the necessity to read the environment.
Perhaps, it's how one suppresses one's wants to meet one's obligation.
Perhaps, it's on how one preserves continuity.
Perhaps, it's about taking one's right.
Perhaps, it's about not over taking other rights.
Perhaps, it's about sticking to ones' responsibilities.

...or simply,

Perhaps, one must know when to stop.