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
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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April 7, 2010 at 3:15 AM
Gosh! This is very good! I know exactly what you mean. The analysis over whether to change, how to go about change, and the potential benefits of change displays this mind quite well. Not sure whether this poem was intended to be self reflective, but it actually describes yourself, but it does just that accurately.
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February 24, 2010 at 7:44 AM
Interesting thoughts my friend... Nice.....:JP]
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