Ya know how some days you’re just off the charts chatty?
Shit’s clickin’ and you’re feelin’ like every little word droppin’ off your lips is some kinda pearl of wisdom that everyone needs and wants to hear and muse over?
The kinda shit that you think people would just want to roll over and over in their minds and hands and appreciate and rub smooth like pebbles or snowballs, making them better?
Yeah. So you continue on, giddily full of yourself, secure in the knowledge that others find you as entertaining as you do.
But then reality kicks in and you get a forearm bolt check to the chin and a follow up knee to the twins when Miss Carol says- you know what?
Why don’t you just shut the fuck up?
And you do.
‘Cause you’re good at that too, ’cause it’s something you learned when you were little.