it’s just that discomfort makes me blurt the first thing that pops into my mind which

It's a curse! I hate talking to people. Really, I do. I don't hate people, but it's a strain keeping up a conversation. And yet, as my husband notes in frustration, as soon as I'm next to someone--a grocery clerk, anyone--I make conversation. It's nerves. I'm exhausted when it's over and try never to meet that person again because of the implied familiarity that exists.

It's an irony that I give the impression of being sociable. In actuality, I'm a recluse :))) I've compared myself to Boo Radley (To Kill a Mockingbird).

Once again a great blog, and there you have me 'talking'. But online it's OK.