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To: Rambi who wrote (16766)	1/21/1999 9:56:00 AM
From: Gauguin	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

>>>> Then I babble. I am a silencefiller. I HATE that. I can't stop myself either. I think-Shut up! Shut up! ANd my mouth keeps going.<<<< Boy, me too. That's why I can't handle social situations. I'll say anything to fill a silence, even if I have no interest in talking to the person. So I haven't thot about what I'm saying, and some bizarre stuff comes out. I wasn't that way twenty years ago. I felt I had No obligation to fill silence in social situations, and just let it ride.I worked hard to get that silent-ability stamina. As my nerves have ripped apart I've lost it. Or some stage happened in between. Maybe just a desire to be somewhere else. But it doesn't matter now, I do it even if I want to be there. Damnit. At least with alcohol I don't care so much about what I say, I say things closer to what I mean 50% of the time, and am a little more inventive and capable. What a mess.

To: Rambi who wrote (16766)	1/22/1999 12:58:00 PM
From: Thomas C. White	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

Usually I'm the one who asks about a spouse and the person bursts into tears because they just separated... Indeed. I shall never ever ever forget the time on that Seabourne cruise at our first (and only) Captain's Table dinner, when after polishing off half a jereboam of that most excellent pinot grigio you loudly proclaimed to the Skipper that you'd heard that drowning was just the most awful way to die. And insisted on his repeated, eye-rolling reassurances that, yes, Ms. Westbrook, the crew was in fact keeping a very close lookout for wayward icebergs (our location at the time being somewhere off the coast of Cyprus in the eastern Mediterranean).