The Loudmouth Mooch

Imagine  a juggler (I'm talking a serious juggler here, not someone who can throw two tennis balls around, that doesn't really count. Posers). They have quite a few items in their hands: ping pong balls, apples, oranges, a flaming torch, some daggers, and other items varying in danger levels. There are so many things being tossed all at the same time and keeping these things up in the air at a consistent rate is getting particularly difficult for them.  They start to grow weary and begin to drop a couple of things, possibly getting injured in the process, but they keep going. Sometimes they wonder if they can keep it up and other times they wonder if they should throw it all away and go drink a rich glass of Cabernet, I certainly wouldn't be against it. And as they keep going, things are continually being dropped and more things start appearing in their hands that they didn't even realize that they were juggling. I really feel bad for this guy. Or gal. Whatever they are...

Have you ever caught yourself, staring at your phone with a text or Facebook message conversation typing a billion different ways of saying something, but then catch yourself deleting whatever it is that you wrote over and over again until you give up? To a boyfriend or girlfriend, a fiance, a wife or a husband, a mother or father, a friend that you're having troubles with, or maybe even an ex of yours? Where you try to think of all these varying things that you want to say to them but you're too afraid to actually send that message because you're fifty-two percent sure that it'll freak them out or make them angry? But how do you even know that how you think that they're going to react is actually going to be the way that they react? You don't, and it's absolutely terrifying. But then, what do you do if you decide to just give up? Worry about the fear of not saying anything and missing your chance, or scaring them off from the potential of something positi...