Brevity is the soul of wit? That explains a lot. My problem is I talk too much. I have always envied those who have a quick mind and a sharp wit. I want to be them when I grow up. I want to be able to write a turn of phrase to make butter melt. Alas, I don't think I fell into that talent pool. I try. I truly do, but when it comes to a great one-liner I have to think, and think, and think. I'm SLOW.
It doesn't seem to matter how hard I try, my old, Lyme brain has never recovered from its three years of non-use. Even though I have been Lyme free for almost a year now, I am still forgetful, ditzy, and I ramble on... and on... and on. My husbands does this quirky finger-across-the-throat-thing to let me know I've belabored a point for long enough. It's my signal to give it up.
I'm long winded. That is a talent I've had for years. I could talk, and talk, and talk some more. Give me a subject and I'll make it beg for death before I'm finished. THAT, I'm good at. Brevity? Nope. But I believe in miracles, and I have hope for the future. Here is a blog that I intend to study until my brain hurts. If you're curious and want to obtain a sharper wit, you might want to check it out too.