According to Dictionary.com our word of the day means excessive talkativeness. I couldn’t help but think about how completely that describes several members of my family.
I think it’s a recessive gene in my case but most of my family members has it in some form or another. My oldest sister just can’t seem to stop talking. I mean if you’re riding with her in the car, especially when she’s the one driving, once she starts talking she won’t stop. Forget about introducing a new topic, you usually can’t even get a word in edgewise. The most I usually accomplish is just a simple "Mmm Hmm" or "Uh hunh."
Of course my son is no better. He’ll just prattle on about nearly anything, but it usually centers around his latest "thing." Lately it’s been Pokémon, before that it was Bakugan, and before that it was Transformers. Sometimes there’s a bit of Shark Week thrown in. He loves MythBusters and a few other shows on the Discovery and Science channels so you never know what will come from him next. It wouldn’t be so bad but, unlike my sister, many times he’ll actually quiz you on topics. It’s really hard to admit to a child, especially your own child, that you weren’t really listening to him.
But they both come by it honestly, you know? My mom is much the same way. I have mentioned in the car how much I like a particular song usually with the exact words "Oooh, I love that song!" and just a few seconds later she’ll start talking about something or other. Other times we’ll be sitting around at home and I’ll tell her about how I need to do this or that and she’ll start talking about something else, stopping me from getting what I needed to done right away. And anyone who knows me knows that if I don’t get things done immediately then it will more than likely not get done at all.
Of course that gene is so entirely recessive in me that I hardly ever talk. My mom complains about that all of the time, usually in relation to my son. We talk, we just don’t prattle on about nonsense like some people. I’m more of a listener, always have been. I never really speak up. With a radio on I could easily spend an entire hour long trip in the car without talking to anyone. Talking that is, I do have a tendency to be a car singer. I can’t help myself most of the time.
Of all of the things that I’ve been obsessive compulsive about in my life, luckily (for my passengers and coworkers) talking is not one of them. Perhaps that’s why I get on so well with some members of my family. They talk and I listen, or tune them out as the case may be.