You know that person? The one that talks your ear off.
You see them and you mistakenly ask them how they are.
And they tell you.
Everything that's going on in their life.
In the smallest detail.
And all you can do is think how do I get out of this conversation??
I think I'm that guy!
Sometimes, anyway.
This morning, definitely.
I bumped into an acquaintance in the park.
He asked me what I was up to.
And I started rambling off all the mundane things going on with me.
I couldn't stop.
You'd think I was starved for attention or something.
I just kept blabbing.
Stop talking, I told myself.
But I couldn't.
The words kept coming out of my mouth.
Engage them in the conversation, I hissed to myself.
I droned on...
Fortunately, my poor victim extracted himself from the conversation.
Very politely, I might add.
As he sprinted away, I thought: I'm that guy!
I don't want to be.
And I'm not always.
But I'm that guy more often than I would like to admit…
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