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Why do I tend to repeat myself in conversation? I'm aware that I do it, but seem powerless to stop it. Example:

"Did you go to the talent show at Jack's school?"

"No."

"Well, you know Avril? She was in charge. She says it's getting so weird there."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Well, you know that transvestite who volunteers there?"

"Yeah! Every time I go to St. Vinnie's on Dollar Clothing Saturday, she's there shopping with her girlfriend."

"I guess she always looks fabulous. Is she really obvious?"

"Oh, yeah. Obviously a man in women's clothes. I see her every time I go to St. Vinnie's on Dollar Clothing Saturday."

"Well, Avril's backstage getting the numbers ready for the talent show. She's got the Dance Force One girl going on next. That little fourth grader was dressed like a pole dancer! Then the transvestite's getting ready to go on, and he... she... well, the transvestite is doing all these intense stretching and warm up exercises, and Avril's just beside herself. What's she supposed to do with the pole dancer and the transvestite?"

"I see her every time I go to St. Vinnie's on Dollar Clothing Saturday."

In retrospect, I suppose that's the best I had to offer to the conversation.

Comments

auntie m said…
I tend to do this same thing and I am also completely aware but I have no excuse as I never have conversations half so interesting as this. Or do I?

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