Conversationless

Conversationless I’m not a hermit, a recluse or otherwise estranged anti-social degenerate. My IQ, is nothing to brag of, though a little high. I’m polite, pleasant and usually display good manners. But my conversationese is less than what would please a listener, stone deaf operating a jack hammer. It’s not that I’m stupid, I’m not. I’m just systematic, and perfectionistic. I think a lot. Even the most mundane, trivial situation or idea, I analyze. I dissect it completely, exhaustively, physically, until it is analytically naked. It is stripped of all possibilities which provide insight. I’m just not good company. I should change. I think I should change. I think I should decide if I should change. Maybe I should decide first what I need to do to change. Or maybe I should decide what I can accomplish if I do decide to change. Do you get the point? Do you understand? Let me explain it to you again, and again—and again--------and again------------------------and ag------------! © Feb 23 2010 Charles Henderson