have you ever been lost in a conversation with a compulsive talker?
someone who goes on and on
and then you find your mind drifting off thinking about what
you need to buy at the grocery store
and if you remembered to put on underwear today
and all the little errands you need to run
and geez i wish i could somehow work this piece of lettuce out of my teeth
and does it look like i'm listening because i really have no idea what you're talking about
but i can still maintain eye contact and look convincing
was that a little pug dog that just walked by?
because i think they are so cute
i think i have to go to the bathroom
good gawd it's hot out here
i really can't wait to take these shoes off
what are we doing this weekend anyways?
if i don't clean my house, it's going to be consumed by one ginormous massive dog hairball.
and then you realize.
you're a compulsive inner talker
happy friday all!