I'm Talking and I Can't Shut Up...

Time to talk about something else before I turn into Auntie M (as Wyatt Burp so aptly described)...


Well, I'm better now, but it's taking a while.

I'm back on the little white pills.

See, here's the problem with this. I've ALWAYS BEEN THIS WAY. Sure it's gotten worse since Mom, but my problem is that EVERYBODY'S business is my business.

In a nutshell.

This isn't anything new.. This isn't anything 'discovered in therapy'... this isn't anything hormonal or even age related (although, to digress a bit, age HAS made it worse). It most certainly IS Mom related, but, if I'm going to be honest (and I'm nothing if not honest) I've always been this way.

The problem NOW is that it has become... well... um... (ahem) more vocal. Let's say more OUTSPOKEN (that is to say, SPOKEN OUT loud to anyone to whom my knowledge and wisdom is due). Whether they want it or not. Need isn't a question, because they ALWAYS NEED IT...

You know them. The people who drive horribly. The people who talk loudly on cell phones in the bank or market or anywhere they feel (and, to be honest again, my sister told me I was one of these, so I rarely talk in public.. on my phone, that is, and I'm very very careful). People who disobey the rules (whether society's or mine.. doesn't matter... all the same).

They all deserve my guidance and wealth of experience.

What I'm trying to do is to NOT express this opinion (well, it's not an opinion, it's the TRUTH) OUT LOUD. Cuz it's not making them or me any happier.

Hence the little white pills.

They seem to be working a bit, although I DO reserve the right to question anyone's sanity or intelligence in the privacy of my own van.

I've just got to quit chasing them down and explaining it to them.