WOW, thanks for all the posts. Everyone of them made me smile!~ My mother used to tell me “you like the sound of your own voice.” I think it was an attempt to silence me. I’m sure it did for a little while. Then I found paper. I used it incessantly as a young “lost” artist girl with no real confidant to hear the orated version. Piles and piles of my daily tirades followed me around. Then I met my husband. A real human being that listened. I stopped writing, and started talking again. Soon there after all of my scribbles were lost to a poorly insulated basement prone to flooding. I picked them apart one by one until their demise was undeniable. There was no such thing as a blog, facebook, or posting. Your words were your own – as sad or as happy as they may be. No one ever responded to them. I like this version better. Please keep talking – I like the sound of your voice.