Windbag

I found this description from eHarmony, of what a windbag is.

The Windbag

Yakkity Yak. The Windbag is the woman who never shuts up, barely stopping to breathe. Seeming only concerned about what is going on in her life and sharing her prattling insights, this Chatty Cathy also has Drama-Queen tendencies (not good).

The Windbag’s rambling renditions drive men ME! crazy for obvious reasons, but they also make men ME! feel a little obsolete since they can go on and on without anyone else’s input. Most people think it takes two to have a conversation, but not The Windbag.

Women are more verbal than men and get a bad rep for being garrulous. The Windbag, however, doesn’t know that the sound of silence is golden. She needs to learn that the more you talk, the less you learn.

Here’s a term that fits perfectly well of someone I know.

“Bingo!”, I said to myself upon finding out from eHarmony of all places, what I’ve been looking for to describe a person, that for years I have tolerated (and even respected) because of the status of being a relative.

I wish I do not have to deal with this person anymore. However, this person doesn’t want to leave me alone. No one, I mean no one, has had the nerve to ignore this person. I did and I still do. And this person cannot believe that of all people, it had to be me.

So please forgive this blog entry. It’s a mild rant-and-rave entry. I just have to let it out. There’s more I wanted to say here, but that would be hitting below the belt kind of deal. I’ve already done that sometime ago. I had unleashed a verbal bomb directed at this person, that at this point, I have not taken back. Which means, what I said stays, no apology whatsoever.  Because everything I said I really meant.

And I wish I can tell you what prompted me to even have given this person an ounce of my blog space and my time.

Oh yeah……I had to vent.