If I eat grass, will I get milk too?

Anyone who knows me, knows I like to talk, and ask questions, and then talk some more.  That's probably a good thing when you're trying to blog things I would think. 

Several years ago, I was out with some friends when a random thought popped into my head and I said it aloud.  One of the friends I was with looked at me curiously and said, "Do you really have to say everything that comes to your mind?" 

I was kind of hurt.  I never realized how often I blurted out my thoughts.  This was actually before the days of blogs and Facebook and Twitter, and all of the numerous ways of cyber-thinking aloud.  But my friend's comment affected me.

This kind of blurt it out randomness is quite celebrated now days.  Everyone wants to be interesting and different and have someone notice them.  You can't get on Facebook without somebody posting every 15 minutes about every moment of his/her life and every thought that comes to their mind.  These are every day occurrences and are accepted as normal.  But I assure you.... this was not always the case.  Not for me. 

My Mom tells me that when I was a very little girl, I would drive her absolutely crazy with my barrage of questions and chattering.  Apparently, once when I was about 4 years old, Mom and I had been driving in the car.  We were on a rural road where there were cows out grazing, when out of the blue I asked, "Mom, if I eat grass will I get milk too?" 

I honestly think I remember this moment.  Either that, or the story has been told so many times and I've imagined the scene so vividly, it became real.  In any case, that kind of question was not an unusual for a 4 year old Sharon to ask.  It was cute and charming at 4. Not so much during adolescence. 

I was weird growing up.  I know everyone says this about themselves but in my case... it's absolutely true.  Especially in high school.  I was one of those kids that seemed to be friends with a lot of popular people but I somehow never got invited to parties and always felt like the third wheel.  There was always an inside joke that I obviously was not a part of.  Clueless is the best word that comes to mind.  I suppose we all have high school horror stories, and I won't bore you with mine.  Not now, anyway.  But, I suspect the reason for my being a slight outcast was because I just said things.  Aloud.  No filter what-so-ever.  I tried to assimilate into what everyone else was like.  But inside my questions boiled and bubbled, never to be asked aloud.  I would slip up from time to time and blurt something out.  I always immediately knew when this happened because wherever I was or whoever I was with would give me a startled, "Did she just say that out loud?" look, and then awkwardly pretend nothing happened. 

I suppose that quirk of mine has come full circle and is now going to hopefully be useful to me once again .  And you can listen to me, or ignore me.  Either way... I still don't know if eating grass will help me get milk.  Maybe I should ask someone.