I have been slacking and haven’t written about the TWO BlogHer parties I’ve been to already, but, hey! I’ve been busy partying. Besides, I’d just go on and on about the love I have for all these brilliant women I know and the ones I’m meeting and there’s something else I want to confess.
If you could see what I’m thinking while I’m talking to people, if there was a little comic book bubble over my head for you to read, it would be filled with things like this:
- Oh, no. I did NOT just say that.
- Does this sound as lame to the people listening as it does inside my head?
- Oops. Maybe I wasn’t supposed to say that.
- shutup shutup STOP stop talking
Eh, you get the idea. I lose my mental balance sometimes when I am around so many, many people, and then I start talking, because that’s one of my working functions, and I have no idea if I’m making sense or using the right language. Granted, I only speak the one language, but I worry that I’m not using it.
It’s like I’m stoned, only I’m not.
I guess what I want to say is that if you are talking to me and I am babbling or sounding odd or looking confused, it’s just because I’m so overwhelmed and happy it made me short circuit.