“They say you talk a lot.” Ouch. I thought I was just being friendly
Fast-forward three, four, five years — and the effect wore off a little.
Okay, it wore off a lot. I went from adorable chatterbox to annoying blabbermouth. Maybe that’s why my closest elementary school friends were mousy and quiet; I filled the silence and they didn’t mind. But maybe it’s also why I never got in with the cool kids, or why making friends at summer camp royally flopped. Apparently, the ability to stand on a chair and sing the latest Shloime Dachs release didn’t draw a crowd.
At a friend’s house for a playdate, I asked her mother, “Do you think I talk too much?”
“No,” she answered. “You just have a lot to say!” Bless her. The masses were not as kind.
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