“You don’t talk much.”

  Really? I hadn't noticed. Never has it been brought to my attention that the millions of thoughts that race through my mind like an exasperated swarm of bumble bees rarely dare to pass my lips. I haven’t really been one to notice that when the rest of a gathering engages in light conversation, I sit with a gauche expression on my face, and a lack of words that should come with simplicity and ease. It seems to have been consigned to oblivion that despite how hard I try to get the words to come out, all I end up with is an awkward smile and a pile of word vomit. Yes, although it seems to have slipped my mind, I dearly hope my affliction won’t be too terribly large of a burden on you and your brusque observations.

“I know”