Dawn's Digression.

I wish I would take more time to blog. I used to have a lot of things to talk about, and I really miss rambling. I feel as though I get a little restless inside when I'm not talking with others. I like to share. It makes me feel better. But not only do I enjoy sharing, I enjoy other's sharing. That's how we get to understand people who are different than we are or who have different opinions. It's a learning process.
I went to dinner with Tonya a couple of nights ago, and it was really nice. We talked about all kinds of things. That is the thing about Tonya, you can talk to her for hours and just never run out of things to say. She won't let you. She asks questions. She answers questions.
Some people, you ask them questions, and they want to know why. Like what is your motivation? Well, because I'm nosey! DUH! But besides that, I just really enjoy chatting it up. Is this so wrong. I hate how it feels when you are just chatting about something, and you look over, and the person you're speaking to is looking at you like you are the most annoying person alive. Oh, forgive me for talking! I don't talk too much. Not like I did when I was a kid. But dammit, sometimes I have things to share, and I really don't want to get the 'shut the hell up' look. I hate that. I remember long nights on the balcony with a beer and conversation. A perfect evening. How long has it been for you? It's been too long for me.

My stomach hurts. Maybe someone can tell me why I continue to eat baked potatoes when they make my stomach hurt every single time I eat one. Oy.