Have you ever, all of a sudden, become aware of a horrible trait you have?
Last night at card group, I realized something horrible about myself. An awful trait. Annoying as all get out. Embarrassing and ridiculous.
I am an interrupter. A story stealer. A limelight hog.
I know that I love to talk. And I know that I am often the one blabbing away for all to hear. But I didn't really realize that I actually tell other people's stories for them, even when they are sitting right there, perfectly capable of telling the story themself. And this is one of the many reasons why I am a loser.
Seriously, can you think of anything more annoying? So you have a completely hilarious story to tell when all of a sudden the PRP pipes up and tells your tale before you even have a chance to. I might as well be going around telling the world various punchlines before the joke even has the chance to be heard.
So now that I am aware of this trait, I am going to do everything in my power to shut the freak up. This may seem impossible but I am going to give it my all. I felt so bad for all the stories I stole last night and for those of you that were here, I won't blame you a bit if you come a TP my house. Or Saran Wrap my toilets. I completely deserve it.
Rest assured, this thief is finding a new way to make ends meet. I'm retiring from my life of crookery and finding an honorable way to spend my time. With my mouth shut.