I can prattle on about the weather, on and on!! :D

I'm beginning to think I talk in my sleep, too. Like the Peanuts sound for parental talking *whaa whaaa whhaaa whaaa*

Boy i do not know anymore..just trying to figure it out actually!

You forgot to mention yadda yadda.

I know nuthin'....

Lost in the exhalations. Aren't we all?

The weather is usually a good place to start!

this is sad, funny and true. I scream stuff like this in my head during innane meetings...but you say it more eloquently.

I often feel like this when I suddenly hear myself talking. A saving grace, maybe, is that when I do recognize I'm a jabbering idiot my face burns with embarrassment, which really confuses and makes even more uncomfortable anybody pretending to pay attention to what I'm saying. You've captured the self-disgust perfectly.

really Algis? I'm not alone in this?

Oy vey, that woulda gone in there perfect Con!

Mission, me either. My own thoughts *poof* a mystery, well, until they are coming out of my mouth at mach speed sans filter- surprise! (and oh shit)

Linnnn, not quite everyone. There are people that hold back...i think, somewhere? My mom is great at holding back, she gets this dazed look about her and you know she is just compiling a list of stuff that she needs to buy.

Phyllis, yeah, as long as you can end there. or you know, take some breaths and let others contribute occasionally. At least twice an hour sounds good.

Thanks Mime :)

Chicken, it's rough, but you know sometimes the truth just stares you right in the face. I found myself wanting to cover my mouth last night, I just could not seem to shut myself up...and I knew I was harming myself but the damn lips wouldn't stop flapping.

What you say is much more important than blah blah blah. I think so anyway, even if you don't

But enough, let's talk about meeeeeeeeee!

I hear the effects of caffeine last the longest around the lips.
That's it.
Blame caffeine.

Our own unruly behaviors....sigh.
I can relate to this one, Julie.
I either cannot seem to speak up *or* stop talking, depending on the day...
Here's to a better day today.

i like this! r.

i know, right? whew. one can go *on*. xoxo

I love this!
“i couldn't hear you
you were talking too much…
blah, blah, blah
where are you in all of this mess?”
I am SO gonna steal this…if you don’t mind…
Although I cannot believe it applies to you…I am sure you are a sparkling conversationalist…even about meteorology…
Mordant self-deprecation, our jules…

So appropriate for all those overbearing cell phone conversations people have in public places.

This reminds me of being on the NJ transit bus to work and listening to people's inane cell phone conversations. Sometimes all I want is silence!

You must not be the blabber since this is so succinctly put.

I'm glad I'm not looking in a mirror right now!

This is brilliant and we are all guilty of such thoughts...I have them with tic speakers and slow talkers. I get told that I speak french in my sleep. Alors!

I love your poem, Julie. You say it's about you, but you know how universal your words/feelings are, don't you? That makes this a successful piece - relatable.
R♥

People can DEFINITELY blather on about nothing! I know, it's my job to dictate some conversations. And people. Take a breath once in a while! Sheesh! :D

Sometimes we all run on when we have stuff stored up and are nervous. I like it when I am with someone and feel that quiet is just okay.

Sometimes that's what the inside of my own head sounds like...
cool twist in this on Jules.

I have no doubt that you are a delightful conversationalist. "STFU" should be addressed to the vast majority of the 7 billion humans.

when I look at the other person and their (his) eyes are glazed over and the occasional "right" comes out of their (his) mouth, this is when I stfu (see bf, I'm learning...)

Am seconding Stim. . .

third...

: D

I'm always afraid I'll turn into one of those older women who never shut up and never listen, you know, yak yak yak. Nicely done here.

Well, I know it's not about me because I rarely talk about the weather! But I've known people like that. The "you" is exactly what they present. Talk, the spray of breath and the words emerging in a flat line...that's it.

Somehow, I find it hilarious to read Janice's comment and then see it repeated four times...
Sorry Janet, I know it's a glitch, but it's funny : )

Kind of an all-purpose semi-rant poem, to be deployed in work meetings, first dates, over-the-fence chats, etc.

We talk too much.

laugh, y'think? Kim :D

Thanks guys.

**blinking confusedly**

and one for the rate....

:P

I guess this is the way I feel this morning ...no comments. :)