Thursday, October 16, 2008
Gift of the Gab
I'm a talker. I am. I admit it. Some days I realize it more than others. Why am I this way? Was it a pre-disposition inherited from my talker of a mother? Or maybe because I kissed the Blarney Stone twice? Could be. Yesterday I realized just how much of a talker I am as I was chatting it up with a co-worker. Not only do I talk, but sometimes I have no idea where this talking is going. I rarely end up with the subject with which it originated. When this happens, it drives me absolutely crazy (however, I secretly hope the person with whom I am speaking doesn't really notice). And so it was yesterday. I would start with one subject, then before I even finished a thought - I was on to another! Sheesh! Dear Friends, thank you for being my friend - though I talk, talk, and talk more. I know it can be annoying, because sometimes there will be someone that talks my head off too! Bless us all, but mostly, bless you for listening.