As I've become comfortable with being the whack-a-doo I am, I no longer sit in silence.
I chat and blabber on....and generally make myself laugh.
By generally, I mean ALL THE TIME.
But I've come to realize that with my endless chatter, I make outsiders more comfortable.
For example my sister brought a boy to the house for the first time I can recall. Mind you it was for an errand, but regardless, he still was the one who drove her there, 2 hours out of his way.
Anyways, it was not a request, but rather a demand that I be at the house when they arrived.
And I'm quite certain it was because I can sit there, tell ridiculous stories, get chit-chatter going, and make it more comfortable for everyone else present because they can band together and laugh about my absurdities.
I'm cool with that.
