My mother caught me the other day. I hit answer instead of ignore. So we talked, or actually she talked and I listened. She had questions, I had brief segmented replies skirting the fence. Then we did the norm and just sat there staring off waiting for the other one to add to it. And thus nature vs. nurture was solved for me. I am a terrible conversationalist due to my parents nurturing. I always figured my mom, being a dame, could conversate like all broads can. Put another mark on the 'Jeff was wrong chart' if you can find room. Ah crap, does that mean with me being a dude that it is my nature to not be a talker? Damn you dilemmas!
I love you 1989 Beastie Boys for helping out.
Egg Man: “…Which came first the chicken or the egg • I egged the chicken then I ate his leg…”
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