I have a long history of talking. My grade school teachers put ‘not working up to her potential’ as a report card comment, because I was busy talking to my neighbor, passing triangle folded notes to kids across from me, and looking out the window at life beyond my classroom.
In high school, my senior class gave me ‘the easiest to talk to’ award, because I chatted it up with any breathing person around me. Talking is the best, and I used it as a tool for distraction from doing or feeling unpleasant things, like facing life’s consequences. Continue reading “Getting along” »