This evening an acquaintance made reference to a fun fact about my personality. He mentioned that I “talk a lot”. The two of you who actually read my blog know this already. Let me jump right to the chase.
He didn’t say it to hurt; yet that’s what it does.
This is a charge I’ve been met with before. “You talk too much.” Boy, I wish I didn’t. Sometimes they try to blunt the dagger by phrasing it “you sure do have a lot of useless knowledge!” Yeah, because that goes great with the color of my eyes.
I wonder if anyone gets that I just don’t know how not to talk so much… When someone asks me a question I want to share what knowledge I have with that person. And here’s a newsflash, the hydrocodone I’ve had to take for my back does not help matters. Nope, it makes me talk like a cocaine addict. There literally is nothing I can do.
If they think I’m not aware of it, they’re wrong. Sometimes I catch myself going on and on, realizing the person I’m speaking with is only being polite. It’s in these moments that I really start to feel bad and try to find a way out of the conversation. But the problem is, if you give them what they want — if you shut yourself up — they jump on you as though you’re “trying to punish them”. Strange, huh?
I actually had a friend reveal to me once that a mutual friend told her that I talked too much. She somehow thought it was a good idea to inform me that this other person wanted to ask me a question she knew I would be able to answer. Unfortunately, she wanted “the answer and not a forty minute explanation”. I still carry that one with me. And I don’t know why it’s so hard to let go of. Anyway…
In an effort to be less verbose, I have decided to actually be less verbose.
This we going little trip. Wife I driving. Kids Granny aunt stay. Fun. Yourself. Enough tired care. Life. Jealousy ugly. Over it. There.