My mother tells a story of how when I was no more than 3 or 4 I disappeared from the backyard. She looked everywhere for me only to discover that I was over visiting the neighbor. He was up on a ladder, painting his house. He told my mother I was keeping him company. In reality, he was a captive audience. I was talking his ear off and most likely divulging family secrets.
Not so long ago, a co-worker made a pointed remark that I could "talk to a toaster". He was implying that I talk too much.
It is true.
My mother calls it "diarrhea of the mouth".
Ask anyone who knows me well and they will tell you, that at the drop of hat I can and will talk for hours on any given topic, sometimes with little or no knowledge of the subject matter.
The other day I was challenged with a strange phenomenon.
It turns out I CAN control myself and not talk to every Tom, Dick or Harry.
I was in a social situation, sitting next to a person with whom I couldn't even bring myself to start a civilized conversation.
Of course it might have more to do with the fact that a toaster has more personality than this person.