Do you know a rambler? Someone who has absolutely no problem talking or hearing their own voice. You can try to edge a few words in, but they just talk, talk, talk, talk, talk. So much to a point of exhaustion by listening. I have a pet peeve with something ramblers do (and it’s not just because they waste my time . . . or if they have an annoying voice). I think it’s best illustrated by example.
Do you know this person?
You should. It’s Nadya Suleman (The lady who had six kids . . . and then eight more). I know you’re probably as tired as I am of hearing about her. Well, I was listening to her on a talk show in the background when I got home the other day. She rambles! No, she has a rambling problem! (Is there an RA for ramblers anonymous?) But you know what gets me? It’s when someone asks themselves a question, and they don’t have an answer!
It went something like this: Nadya was talking along about how she would pay for all of those kids and nannies and so on and she said, “Would I go back and change any of the decisions I made? Maybe. Would I . . .” (No one prompted her, she just asked herself the question.)
Maybe!? (Seriously? She said ‘maybe’?) What kind of answer is that? In my completely amateur opinion, if you ask yourself a question, you’d better have an answer! Because if you’re answering your own questions with a ‘maybe,’ that could mean one of two things: either you’re a crazy or a rambler (amazingly, they sound a lot alike!)
Wanna stay on the safe side? Don’t ask yourself questions. (Who does that anyway? Oh yeah, her.)