This month . . . .
You dont have to tell me, I already know: I talk too much. Or rather, when I talk I say too much, and often with the wrong words. Not intentionally, of course, but in the course of speaking: I self-edit on the fly, make leaps in logic, ignore pertinent details, and jump ahead in the conversation any conversation in the hopes of . . . what? I cant say. Getting to the end expediently? Being both participants of a dialogue? Breaking the code in the Gordian knot of human communication? I dont know. Frankly, Im asking questions that dont yet belong in the essay but are more appropriate further down, perhaps paragraph four or so. And this is what I do when I talk to other adults. I make them cringe, or chuckle, in equal measure, when I open my mouth. Thats a nice way of saying and isnt that generous of me that Im not particularly fun to talk with. I dont know how I got like this with a little bit of time and effort I could probably Venn diagram my theories on this, but I wont and recently Ive noticed that its doing me no good to talk with other people. And its not doing them much good, either.