I talk too much. I mean, really, I do. Ask my family, or friends, or students. Weird because I am basically a bit shy, or maybe I just think I am shy. Sometimes, I will be droning on and on about the incredibly fascinating thought I recently had on the really pretty shade of brown on an old rotting pecan that I saw lying on the ground in downtown Savannah–and the people I am talking to will be visibly bored, so much so that they will begin to pull their hair a little or sometimes beat on their breasts like a character from The Odyssey. When they fall over as I continue to talk, I usually apologize, but add, with a fake smile, “Sorry, it’s just that I LOVE detail. Detail makes the world go round! Don’t you agree?” Even as they walk away, I’m trying to convince them.
I gotta stop that. I need to WAG MORE and BARK LESS!
