Speaking of monkeys; I know a psychotic monkey talker.
For people who’ve never met the likes of her; let me tell you 9 hours of not being able to finish any of your sentences, 5 days a week, for 2 years can have a detrimental (stress on mental) effect on your mind.
I carry a bag of straw around so that when I finally go round the bend (which’s a few weeks in the offing) I can have the straw handy to stick into my hair.
It also makes you a humongous bore when you DO get people who will hear you out till the end of your sentences. God help you if they’re the sort who leave a bit of a silence hanging in the air even AFTER you’ve indicated that you’ve finished with a particular train of thought. You stop for a moment or so; baffled by this new situation. Is he going to jump in and cut you off just as you begin talking?
You vacillate for the length of a second…and then decide to risk it and dive in, and the feeling of being able to say what’s on your mind and being listened to is such a relief that the words just keep coming, like the gush of water that has been stoppered up in some dark underground place.
Problem is after you’ve talked yourself dry and are sitting there; spent yet satisfied; an awful thought creeps into your head. You’d gabbed on endlessly, you hadn’t let the other person talk, in your gush of words you’d spilt out many ill considered things which perhaps were private or stupid and needn’t have been said.
You’ve been turned, like a victim from a teen vampire novel, into a psychotic monkey talker yourself!
So that’s what’s happened. When I meet blameless, polite people who listen I turn into a monster. Consider yourself warned.
Also, if any of you has a silver bullet; or a cross bow with a silver arrow – you have my permission to put me down the next time you encounter me.
It’ll be a mercy killing.
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but i like hearing you say private and stupid things! otherwise what's the point of listening?!!! :-)
I can relate to your post. Alcohol has that effect on me...even a couple of pegs.
I pour out my heart and keep talking and talking till its all nonsense. Then I try to correct that mistake with info I would never have shared otherwise.
Half the time I see people gaping at me, all conversation at a standstill.
I feel like banging my head once the alcohol effect is over...but instead I just stay low and let others do the talking. Sometimes I even feign sleep to get off confronting all those people. Urghh...
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