If I were on the other end of a conversation with me

I wonder what that'd be like? I suspect I can sort of tell. And darlings, it ain't always pretty. Not one, not two but three different conversations occurred today in which I found myself just bouncing all around what it was I really wanted to say. Just could not find my words. The concise, tidy, eloquent ones, that is. All I seemed to do was drag it out longer and longer.

I have such amazing, patient, kind friends. They put up with so much from me. Oh I hope I'm as patient with others as these folks were with me. I mean, when trying to GET to the point, why must I sometimes explain how I'm trying to find a point, then explain the process? Maybe it wasn't that bad, but I swear it really might have been in one of those conversations. OH the joy you're missing by not living inside my head...