The Mouth

Yesterday, my friend K. shared an alarmingly long list of personal facts her work traveling companion told her on the plane on the way to their destination. I'm not sure if it was worse that she said all of that stuff, or that K. could actually remember each and every fact. My first reaction was, "Good Lord. What an annoying woman." Then I stopped to think about it...

Every day I log in and share every little annoying idiosyncracy of my life, here, just for you. I also have a bad habit of sharing meaningless factoids with co-workers, elevator companions, strangers at the gym and people waiting in lines. I have done this since I was four years old and told an entire department store that we were buying a cover for the couch because we couldn't afford to buy a new couch. I never stopped to think that MAYBE PEOPLE AREN'T INTERESTED.

Hmm. Perhaps I should curtail my running commentary. It could be that I do this because all the child-development books say to talk incessantly to your little angel so that she develops good language skills. Nah, I found that part to be easy, because I've always been a motormouth. I am one of the few people in the world that has to make an effort to be quiet when in a class. If I know the answer to the question, I want to say. If I read something interesting, I want to tell you about it. If it is raining, I will probably comment on that, too, even if the person standing next to me is dripping. What is wrong with me?