self portrait tuesday: chatterbox

spot wanted to play this morning

but i was late for school.


february’s self portrait challenge:
all of me
this is really the last entry.

background
the strokes
have a song called
"you talk way too much"
i hear that in my head a lot.
when i get nervous, i talk a lot.
when i get excited, i talk a lot.
when i am thoughtful, i talk a lot.
my parents called me
chatterbox.
they bought me
little miss chatterbox
when i was little.

this is something that
i really dislike about myself.
i have always wanted to be
the strong silent type.
mysterious.

is it nature or nurture?

my dad is a notorious talker.
ask anyone.
he has struggled with
talkativeness
for many more years than i have.
i know he feels the same way
that i do about it.
i fear that i will turn into my father.

i really try not to talk so much.
i have asked grub
to signal to me when
we are somewhere
and i am going on and on...
but sometimes
i get the signal
but i am too busy talking to notice.

there are some advantages of
being so chatty.
there are rarely uncomfortable silences.
i am easy to get to know.
i get along well at parties
and in situations with new people.
grub (not much of a talker)
is grateful in these situations.

so instead of focusing
on the obvious
physical characteristics...
this self portrait is of
the parts of me that are
the most difficult to change...
the most difficult to accept.
here i am-
my father's daughter: