My Name Is Shaun And I’m An Overcommunicator

My name is Shaun and I’m an overcommunicator.

I can say in 1000 words what you can in 10.  And I probably will.

If I can’t see you nodding or hear you saying “I understand,” I assume you don’t.  And it’s my fault.  So here come some more words.

If you’re a sensitive person and I know it I’ll talk even more, thinking I’m eliminating any potential reasons for offense with every sentence.

To make matters worse, I like adjectives – little words like “youthful,” “chronic,” and “beechwood aged” that marketers and songwriters love and youthful texters and chronic e-mailers hate.

Oh, and I like stories – you know, those things that have beginnings, middles and endings; require character development, setting, climaxes and denouements?  Turns out they also require lots of words.

My name is Shaun and I’m an overcommunicator.  I want to be cured because: 1)The more words one uses, the more words one can regret later. 2)You’re yawning.

I’m overcommunicating again aren’t I?  Gotta catch a flight to Indianapolis.

Any other overcommunuicators out there?  Confess yourself. Any non-overcommunuicators got any tips on brevity?