When Your Brain Talks Too Much

For at least a year I never mentioned my partner's name on my blog. In fact, I started this blog in part to have an outlet for my rants and thoughts, so that I didn't bog her down with this verbal person's constant desire to...talk. But, oh no, my readers wanted to know---who WAS this "partner?" And at my blogs start, she was at work all day, so she rarely had time to sit and read my blog. It became my private place. UNTIL, you other bloggers and commenters intrigued me so, that I'd keep saying, "You have GOT to read this!" and "Zoomdoggies said..." "Zoom who? what?" Yes, I started talking ABOUT my blogging. I guess a verbal person finds a way...

I've asked my mom when did I first talk? She says she doesn't remember, "...but it was too soon." The little pink baby book my mom kept for me, notes that I said, "Ma Ma" by 6 months. By a year it was full speed ahead. And Aunt Vi, a verbal person herself, had several stories of my non-stop conversations. Apparently many were with myself, since my mom loved to tell the story of coming home from work to hear me talking with some people in my room, scaring her at first, until she discovered I was all alone with my imaginary friends. (And I had quite a few stuffed animals, or as my Canadian readers say, "plushies," which sounds much more humane, that also carried on conversations with me.)

My poor shy, mother, my poor "silent type" older brothers---many will say I was born this way, but I think far more important was the constant barrage of conversations around me in a two-story house full of relatives day and night. My quieter mom raised my brothers, but when I came along my sperm donor left and mom had to get a job; I was left with many other people. (Not to mention I had two dopey brothers that THEY didn't have, PLUS I had TV. )

There is also a non-stop conversation going on in my brain. (The very thought of this drives my partner crazy. SEE PHOTO ABOVE) Ask me what I'm thinking and you better pull up a chair, grab some strong coffee, if you really want to know. Funny, in elementary school I rarely spoke. Much like my new life here, among the retirement home natives, it is just so fascinating to listen and watch THEM!

Maybe this is why when MS slurred my speech, well, it perturbed me. Though, I did find it quite interesting and humorous, from an actor's point of view. To this day I find myself sometimes looking down at my mouth (never being able to see it, hmmm) and saying aloud, "What did I just say?" When partner tells me, I reply, "Fascinating." Very Spock like.

And now I've rambled on, forgetting what I meant to write this post about. Oh, yes, talking too much and the blog helping give my partner a break. Yeah, that worked for a couple months.