Explination
My Fiancé, B, has often given me a little "friendly polite ribbing" (read: threatened to punch me right there in my face if I didn't stop soon) about my various rablings on about things that no one cares about. Which, I'll admit, is something that may happen once or twice an hour. I understand that. I get it. I ramble. I get all excited about things that no one else in the room even notices (the way water moves around in a container when I swirl it, numbers (not the show, the things we count with), how long someone can stay alive exposed to the vacuum of space, etc), and I start going... and going... and going. I'm like a geeky Energizer Bunny.
I've known a few people who get like that, but I don't really notice because usually I get just as caught up in whatever as the person rambling does... but finally, finally, someone explains it like I could never have done (THANKS WIL!!):
Not that my opinion means anything, you understand, but rambling on and on about things like this is the price of being a geek, and I regret nothing. NOTHING!
Truer words, my friends, were never spoken.
-Jon