Husband never passes up an opportunity to razz my big mouth. We also have a running game in which I stick my tongue out at him for teasing me, and he attempts to capture it and take it away. We don't need kids, we are kids.
So of course when he overheard this episode, he was amused and horrified at the idea of tongue cancer and losing the ability to talk. He's quite convinced if my speech were ever damaged, I'd go crazy. I suppose he's not wrong, as he's walked in on me many a time filling the silence by literally singing "blah" to myself. It's not that I like to hear myself speak, it's just that I grew up in a bustling, large family. I'm used to some kind of noise all the time, which makes total quiet very unsettling. It's a habit we all have, either leaving a tv on or making our own noise.
This doesn't explain how very much I enjoy conversation. I'm just an amicable person. I like to make people laugh, and feel comfortable. The best way to do that is good old fashioned conversation.
You're enjoying small talk? Well then how about this fuckin weather?
Oh, you want to get personal? Check out this scar while I tell you the epic story behind it!
You like talking about yourself? Tell me everything! Even if it's boring I'm gonna make you feel awesome.
It's what I do. I talk. Maybe I should be a bartender. A bartender that can sit, but a bartender nonetheless.
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