Ever meet someone like that? Well, now you have.
I am one of those people!
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……………….