Saturday, July 23, 2011

Call Me Chatty Cathy

You know those people who you are barely aquainted with that feel the need to tell you their whole life story?  Ask a simple question and those people go on and on chronicling their entire existence without taking a single breath.   

Ever meet someone like that?  Well, now you have.

I am one of those people! 

My daughters would get so annoyed at me out in public when I would just talk to anybody about anything. 

A young woman is interning with me on several projects.  She is a non-talker, 

which for someone like me is excruciating to be around.  I have to fill in all the silent moments with incessant conversation. 

Today, my neighbor asked a simple, mundane question and by the time I made myself stop talking, I’d shared with him about three pretty personal life stories. 

I’ve been this way my entire life.  I always got in trouble in school for talking too much. 

My grandmother, worried about my husky, raspy voice and throat cancer took me to a specialist all the way in Buffalo.  I’m sure it cost a lot of money.  I know she had to take a day off of work for the appointment. 

After the examination the doctor called my grandmother and me into his office and gave her the diagnosis. 

“She talks too much.” 

Rather than be mad at me for the waste of time and money, my grandmother laughed all the way home.

I know when I’m doing, too. There’s a little person inside my head that tells me so but by that time I’m already in the middle of my exposé and I think it would be rude to stop. I really wonder what is going through the mind of my trapped victim as their eyes glaze over and they probably think, “All I asked her was, ‘how’s it going?’”     

Yes, I’m one of those people that if you know their tendency you try to avoid at all cost.  And that’s just when I’m sober.  Imagine sitting with me over a bottle of good wine……………….


Sweet Tea said...

OK Chatty Cathy, I call that "the gift of gab". People like you usually have lots of friends and lots of fun. Wish I lived close enough that we could chat over a good bottle of wine. Wouldn't that be fun?!

Sue Watz said...

There's no button to check for "it's true, it's so true!"

Vegas Linda Lou said...

Yep, you're a talker. That's why I love you. XOXO

P.S. I'm a talker, too. You just wouldn't know because you're always talking. HAHAHAHAAHAHH!!!!

miruspeg said...

This post made me smile Lisa!
Not many talkative people would write a post like this.
Love your honesty Chatty Cathy!
Big hugs
Peggy xxxx

Just Stuff From a Boomer said...

You're funny. Have your children told you to stop telling their stories too? That's what we finally told my Mother. That woman took hours to grocery shop because she stopped so many people to talk about the child in their cart and then to go on and tell stories about her grandchildren, etc.

I would go to Dr. Appointments and make the hospital runs with her in her last couple of years and she would be telling the meidcal team all my business. I would slink farther down in my seat.

We daughters are so glad facebook wasn't around when Mom was. That would have been dangerous.

I think you can go ahead until you get the word from them.

Lisa Gioia-Acres said...

My friend told me when I started writing this blog that the girls were afraid I'd tell too much about them. I have shared about them on this blog, but so far I don't think I've crossed any lines.

It was fun sharing this about myself. Maybe it will remind me to "zip it" more often, but I really doubt it, once a talker always a talker!

Desert Muse said...

I love that you share!!! The story about your grandmother taking you to the doc ... hilarious!!!

I'm a talker (and share too much) too. I even quit flying for a while because, besides being terrified of flying, I'm one of those who spend the entire time nervously, obsessively, chatting to the person sitting next to me. I decided this wasn't fair to those poor trapped individuals and didn't want to have to put anyone else thru having to listen to me.

Keep on sharing! All of us love listening to you ;) Annie

Lisa Gioia-Acres said...

Thanks, Ann. I got an interesting, completely opposite comment on this same post on Vibrant Nation. The commenter said if she saw me coming, she'd run in the opposite direction! To each is own, right?