I babble when I'm by myself. I believe the most recent words to come from my mouth were, "barnacle tweezer electric elbow daisies." It's my creative cauldron, a stew of thoughts, which usually leads to nothing, but might lead to my latest masterpiece. Actually, believe it or not, I think it's my way of remaining sane. I have Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder to the point of living on Disability pensions for it. This babbling though is more of a Tourette's syndrome-like word streak. The thing is, unlike Tourette's, I can control my babbling. My babbling is an anxiety reliever, but when I'm in public, I generally silently whisper the babbling to avoid being carried off in a straight jacket. My babbling is often a string of real words, but it may also be words completely foreign to me, making me wonder if God gave me the gift of tongues but forgot to tell me.
Copyright © Jonathan Tad Ketchen (JTK.CA)