At the writing conference, I interrupted everyone: speakers, listeners, lunch eaters, people peeing in the next stall. I whispered every thought in my head to Ann, who sat next to me in the afternoons.
I knew I was doing it, and I could not stop.
And I ate sugar sugar sugar. Could not shut my mouth for anything. Yakkity yak yak and munch, gulp, swallow, chew. Repeat.
Do you know what I'm thinking? Of course, you do, because I'm talking every second.
All my married life I have interrupted Tom. I interrupted my children--"do you know you have a big zit on your forehead?"
I chatted through grade school. Miss McCormick: "Miss Roos, do I need to muzzle you?"
I can't stop talking. I. Can't. Stop. Talking.