My sister (the one who went back to LA today) sometimes says this to me:
She: "What's wrong with you?" "How come you don't like to talk?"
Me: "That's ridiculous. I like to talk as much as the next guy."
She: "No you don't, you're laconic".
I admit to luxuriating in times of complete silence. But that does not mean I don't LIKE to talk.
Today I was explaining to someone why my sister thinks I don't talk and the reason just bubbled up out of the past. A repressed memory from grade school. Writing standards. Do you remember those? Where you are assigned to write something over and over and over again in an attempt to break you of some offensive behavior?
I held the record at my grade school for having to write standards. My two most common assignments were as follows:
1. I was talking, talking, talking, now I'm writing, writing, writing.
2. A wise old owl sat in an oak, the more he saw the less he spoke, the less he spoke the more he heard. Why can't I be like that old bird?
I guess some of that finally soaked into my brain after 40+ years. Mr. Tucker would be so happy.