I used to work with a notorious talker, in an office with about 60 other people. Everyone agreed there was no worse fate than being trapped alone in a room with this woman, and she knew it. She literally could not stop herself, every thought in her head needed to be shared, and would also remind her of the next thing she needed to tell you.... until you were literally in your car rolling up the window and inching away from her as she continued to blab away. Seriously.
My son is a talker. Most of the time it's fine - but sometimes *I* need (or just want) to use my brain and have it all to myself, so I tell him "I need a minute please". If he remembers what pokemon or football player he was telling about later, fine, if not it teaches him that not every thought needs to be shared. I don't answer my cell phone every time it rings either. Sometimes I'm not available.
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