Leaningdoe’s Weblog

The kind who says what doesn’t need to be said? E.g., when someone loses a competition on TV, this person will say, while making a very strong effort to talk over the commentary that you really do want to hear on the TV program in question, “She has to be really upset.” And then this person will proceed to explain why explain why the woman who has just lost has to be upset, in case you, the dunderhead in the corner, didn’t get that they were probably upset because they lost? And you don’t dare tell them that you were wishing to hear the TV, since you can talk to this family member anytime, but hearing these nuggets of TV information get you through your day and also help you understand the loss you have just witnessed, which you are sort of feeling yourself. But you can’t say this, because you know full well that their belief, which is founded in a reality where you are not annoyed all the time, is that family time/human interaction is more important than the television. And, yes, in this day and age of being able to rewind, it makes even less sense that some talking would bother me this much. But what is the frame of mind of the person who always thinks that what they have to say is important enough that they have to talk loudly over what everyone is listening to? The kind of person who rarely actually has anything to say.

They are typically the same person who will start talking to you as soon as you get up to go to the bathroom and launch into a monologue — yes, it’s a monologue, only thinly disguised as an attempt at dialogue — about something you’re guaranteed not to want to hear about, especially while you’re on the way to the bathroom — their belief that the candidate you love is inappropriate, or the idea that women are more likely to give their bodies as a gift to the man they love, so that the man they love is the one who needs to be on guard and stop it; or, even, the sex life of your grandparents!!! And, as if this were possible, it all goes downhill from there — you’ve gone from some fairly innocent thoughts of your own, closely held and worked over lovingly in your brain while you’ve luxuriated quietly on the couch, but as soon as you make a move out of the room, the horror begins. Those initial scraps of “conversation” thrown your way invariably degenerate into musings on how the world is a cesspool, and people are raped murdered on a regular basis, and women are always in danger of being maimed, and don’t you find that you need to be really careful? Actually, no. I find that I am desperate to leave the room to pee and not have these negative thoughts touch me at this particular moment. I am perfectly capable of working myself into my own frenzy of horror. My own mind is all too capable of generating these kinds of thoughts, so I’m trying to get out of the habit, and I REALLY THINK YOU SHOULD TOO!

Just venting. I need to pee.