Talking or Thinking?

It was the middle of the winter when my mom and I went on a road trip just the two of us. To where you ask? It doesn’t matter. I guess none of these details matter, it could happen anywhere: the car, at home, in a grocery store. Because this moment is like that recurring character on a soap opera that just won’t ever die. Anyways, back to my story, I guess I go on unusual tangents sometimes. So yeah, I’m sitting in the car with my mom for a couple of hours going somewhere, and we’re having a conversation about god knows what–anything that comes to my mind. But eventually comes the line: “Will! Why don’t you ever shut up for five minutes?” To which I respond, “Jeez calm down.” And so the quiet lasts an hour maybe two if she’s lucky. And then I bring up something again, and then the conversation begins again. And again, you guessed it, an hour later she hits me with the same like again. I just don’t ever shut up. Why don’t I, you ask? I guess I haven’t thought of that.