In promulgating your esoteric cogitations or articulating your superficial sentimentalities and amicable, philosophical or psychological observations, beware of platitudinous ponderosity. Let your conversational communications demonstrate a clarified conciseness, a compact comprehensibleness, no coalescent conglomerations of precious garrulity, jejune bafflement and asinine affectations. Let your extemporaneous verbal evaporations and expatriations have lucidity, intelligibility and veracious vivacity without radomontade or Thespian bombast. Sedulously avoid all polysyllabic profundity, pompous propensity, psittaceous vacuity, ventriloquial verbosity and vaniloquent vapidity. Shun double-entendres, obnoxious jocosity and pestiferous profanity, observable or apparent. Found handwritten in an old Bible.
My father quoted this when he ran out of things to say. That wasn’t very often because he loved to talk (preach).
I used to think he just liked the sound of his own voice. Now I must reconsider because I am that person – so anxious to give someone my vast store of exciting knowledge that everything comes back to me, me, me.
Then I received this little blurb recently:
Type Seven EnneaThought for October 4th
“High functioning Sevens become joyous and seek to share their experience of the boundless goodness of life with others. Be open to this potential in yourself today.”
Oh, man…does that give me an excuse?
I spend a lot of energy trying to curb my tongue and listen. I need no encouragement to share thoughts and ideas. When a subject comes up that interests me I bounce in (sometimes without regard to etiquette) excitedly, happy to include myself in the discussion.
My kids have let me know that listening does not necessarily include sharing common experiences and feelings. Sometimes it’s best to just nod and indicate interest.
That’s a hard one for me but I’m working on it. I am aware of my flaw – just not always at the pertinent time.