A few weeks ago someone asked me how I like my coffee.
A normal person would answer with a simple statement like “black” or “cream and sugar”. Right?
Well that’s not how I answered. We all know I’m not normal, so… 🤷♀️
Instead, this is what I launched into when asked how I like my coffee:
When I’m at home I mix half and half with a bit of milk, preferably full fat milk but 2% will do, and warm it up in the microwave while the kettle boils. Then I use a stainless steel filter and pour boiled water over organic coffee grounds into my prewarmed with the cream and milk mixture cup. When I’m at Starbucks I just get a tall latte and give them a fake name because they can’t spell my name, nor pronounce it anyway.
I could have just said “with cream”, but noooo… 😎
I’m not wired to keep things simple when it comes to words. #sorrynotsorry
Yesterday, this exact thing happened again. A different friend wanted to know the career of someone I mentioned and instead of saying “he works in the renovation industry” or “he’s in sales” I launched into a multi-paragraph, detailed anecdote of his work history as I knew it, supplemented with a few bits of other interesting-to-me-but-no-one-else elaborations just because I was On A Roll. 🙄
I can’t help myself. When I’m in a talkative/writing mood, watch out for the avalanche of words coming your way. 🙃
On the other side of the coin, when I’m eyeball-deep in a confusing conversation with one of my teenagers, once I realize my words have zero effect on them, I resort to the shortest answer in the history of answers.
The one that begins with N and ends with O.
Don’t try to understand me, it’ll just result in a migraine.
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