Writer’s Workshop: Verbal diarrhea and the memory of an elephant

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My husband doesn’t read my blog. Unless I tell him to. For this particular post, I’m not saying anything.  

We met a little over 7 1/2 years ago. Aside from his dashing good looks (haha!), I liked that he appeared to be so clever and funny. He was full of interesting  anecdotes, stories and trivial information. He was like a breathing, walking, talking Wikipedia. 

That means we never run out of things to talk about. For instance, this conversation happened while we were in the car.

Husband: “Do you know how to drive through a flooded road?” 

Me: “Er, I don’t know, I haven’t really thought about it.”

Husband: “Well, you have to drop a gear, make sure that the car in front of you is at least a minute ahead of you, then you go. And don’t stop halfway, or the exhaust pipe will suck in water, and then you’ll be doomed.”

Me: “Um, OK, thanks.”

Another example:

Husband: “Do you know what spark plugs are for?”

Me: “I can hazard a guess, but I think you’re about to tell me anyway.”

And he proceeds to describe in great detail to me what spark plugs are for. He also feels the need to share his ideas on helicopters, why they’re so cool and how he’d like to own one. And there was a time he shared so generously with me what “cloud management” is (No, you really don’t want to know).

All these usually begin with me innocently ‘wondering’ about something. I tend to forget my husband is an encyclopedia. See how it might drive someone a little crazy?

I know I’m supposed to talk about one trait, but there is something else. It ties in with the fact that he’s an oversharer of information of which I’m actually not that interested in. 

The man has a memory of an elephant.

We were watching a new TV series, Game of Thrones, which is based on a series of books by George R.R. Martin. If you’re not familiar with him, he is an amazing fantasy author who suffers from word diarrhea. The man writes like a million pages. This one series, it had to be broken into several books because it was so darn long.

So imagine my reaction when my husband starting reciting lines from the book while we were watching the show. I could barely remember what the story was about in the first place. He read the book in 2006, people. 

Scary, no? This is a man, who cannot for the life of him, remember my birthday.

It drives me crazy. 

Love you dear Husband, father of Monkey!




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  • May 12, 2011 Angela

    I wish my husband were as much of a conversationalist. He's thoughtful, but very quiet. Yet, he does remember a lot of things, especially the most minor and trivial aspects and I'm the one that can get tripped up with the details!

    Greetings from Mama Kat's!

  • May 12, 2011 Angela

    I wish my husband were as much of a conversationalist. He's thoughtful, but very quiet. Yet, he does remember a lot of things, especially the most minor and trivial aspects and I'm the one that can get tripped up with the details!

    Greetings from Mama Kat's!

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