So I am mad....and this is why. I'm not really good at talking. I can't carry a conversation about one topic for very, and I don't know how to gracefully leave a conversation. I always feel rude interrupting someone and leaving. I have done it in the past, and the person always looks so disappointed when I go, as if they had so much more to say.
The same is true of phone conversations. Everything past hello is risky business. I mean who knows what will happen! Gahhh!!! If you know someone you end up filling awkward silences with I love yous....but you can't really say that to someone randomly calling you out of the blue (nothing like creepy love to heighten the sense of awkwardness to epic proportions).
The problem is, I am surrounded by people who want to talk! I get in trouble for not calling my family...but I have nothing to say! All I have to tell them could be summed up in a 30 second phone message! Also, I am in a profession where it is expected for you to be gabby. Which means many, smart intelligent people who could spend hours talking about barn swallow fighting laws!!! Thus when I inadvertently wander into one of these pestilent word volleys, I have no choice but to smile and nod, smile and nod, smile and nod. While inside all hell is breaking loose. Seriously, the crew that runs my mental bridge has to hang on and hold the shields at maximum so that all the out of control nerves firing don't make me have a stroke!