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
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