If you followed me on that one -THAT’s my style.
Pastor Chewie once told me I don’t in words, I speak in paragraphs.
He would listen, for whatever reasons he might have had, would truly hear what I was saying beyond whatever words or paragraphs he encountered…
pondered whatever it was he picked up on, maybe even considered some of it…
and probably prayed for me.
There was another guy I worked with who I drove crazy with my shit.
Kept on telling me “you just love to hear yourself talk, don’t you?”
I fully admitted that it was one of my go-to pleasures in my simple life, as opposed to some blowhards I had come across who thought everybody else loved to hear them talk. One of those people who cuts you off in the middle of a thought then, while you’re trying to finish whatever sentence you working on, has the delusion-fueled nerve to tell you to let him finish.
Between the three of us, it ran somewhat like some of Zappa’s symphonic efforts. Whatever structure there was drowned out in the anarchy of the audible screeches and squeals.
I was rightly accused by my buddy on the right of just going on and on and on…
and then I pointed out to him something that was undeniably true in the matter:
out of the hour we three spent having lunch, I would talk non-stop for twenty minutes given the chance.
During the remaining forty minutes, both he and our Holy Roller companion would each speak for thirty-five minutes in seven bursts of five minutes each and there are only so many bursts to go around. And when they were done with their forty-minutes, I’d take my five minutes word of honest reflection and worthwhile conclusions and, well, just fluff it up with fifteen minutes worth of … whatever babble.
So this blowhard tells me how sick and tired he gets to listening to me go on and on and never get to the point.
I tell him that it was my experience, as it always had been, that if you tell a person what you think or feel BEFORE you explain it to them, chances are they’re not gonna make it past your first thought, your first few words:
“There’s substantial evidence that both early primates and many mammals in modern times display decidedly bi-sexual behavior“. and those nimrods take off. They’re too busy working on whatever it is they plan to say next, whatever it is. Doesn’t have to cast aspersions of irresponsible inaccuracies on your part, oh no. Oh, no.
Oh, no, they just have to say something, Anything to take their conversation back.
Doesn’t have to be right, or even make sense.
Doesn’t even have to be relevant.
Usually has something to do with Liberals.
And what they’re going to take away from the conversation is that you have the screamin’ hots for both Ryan Gosling and Scarlett Johansson.
And he tells me he doesn’t need to hear my stories.
I mention that he probably didn’t make it all the way through The Parables.
Chewie thought that was hysterical.
I explain that it’s easiest for me to explain things the way they came to me.
I consider what I saw or heard or thought I saw or thought I heard, reflect a bit on what thoughts hit me at the time, and examine what feelings had been aroused. Then I put it all together.
That’s how I thought it, why would I relate it any other way?
Some people just seem to spout out their conclusion as if it were being offered as the granite-based truth and then they go back to try to justify whatever it is they just said with whatever consistency of whatever bullshit double-talk advances its cosmological significance.
So, in answer to Charlie’s question, guess I’m just a storyteller.
By the way… this style has invaded my Facebook page, settled in here at WordPress, and has also managed to work its way into a formal Pre-Sentencing Statement that I submitted to the Judge in the trial of the murderer of a dear friend’s daughter:
When it works, it works.