A lady of breeding ought never to raise her voice any louder than the gentle hum of a whisper in the wind.

So I'm kind of a quiet person by nature. Not shy, or depressed, or whatever--just quiet. As in I don't feel the need to speak every single one of my thoughts out loud. 


My mother, however, is a different story. 


I love her to death; I really do. She's honestly probably my best friend, but HOLY MOTHER OF GOD she never shuts up. Most of the time I can tune out a good portion of what she says, but usually this is more difficult in the mornings. She never mastered inner monologue I don't think, so every little thought that pops into her head comes spewing out of her mouth, like a stream of consciousness no one can keep up with, and half the time she's talking about people from her jobs, so no one at home has any clue what the heck she's talking about, but she just keeps right on yapping. Even if there's no one in the room, she's been known to keep talking. 


Like the aliens on Sesame Street. Yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip ..................

o.O


Perhaps this is why I was such an unnaturally quiet child.