Do you remember the sketch on Saturday Night Live called “The Loud Family?” It was a long time ago so some of you might not remember. Well, I remember seeing it and thinking, “Did they get this idea from my family?” Let me explain my theory. I think that all of the times that we were forced to be quiet while living in the funeral home resulted in a bunch of loud people who all talk at once.
Because we were stifled so often, when we finally had the chance to let loose, we took full advantage. We’d blast music, yell, talk loud and usually all at the same time. Seriously, we had so many dinners that we had to whisper through that when we didn’t have a funeral, our dinner table discussions were loud, fun and obnoxious. I swear to you that you can’t get a sentence out in my family without at least one person interrupting you. Everyone talks at once and at a volume that is slightly higher than what some would consider normal. I’ve had more than one boyfriend tell me how loud I am, like it’s my fault. I don’t even know when I’m being loud. What they considered to be yelling was the regular volume at our dinner table. We go up to “11.”
For those outside of the family who are brave enough to spend time with us, one of two things will happen; they either find us really entertaining and fun to be around or they can only take it for so long and have to leave the room. My oldest sister’s husband can take us for about 10 minutes before it sends him running into another room, or better yet, another floor.
I admit we might be a little overwhelming to some people, and believe me, after a few days of being with them, it’s really annoying. All I want to do is finish a freakin’ sentence without being interrupted, or tell a story without all of them inserting funny little cracks in the middle of it. Granted, all of us are funny and we all do it to each other, but the minute someone complains about it, we call them a “baby.”
With three daughters and a chatty mother, plus a funny dad and brother who liked to entertain, there was a lot of chatter in my house (when we could.) My mom and sisters have what I call “D-O-M” on a regular basis (that’s short for diarrhea of the mouth). So when all of us get together, there’s a whole lotta DOM. A few years ago, I was trying to tell a story and my dad kept interrupting to the point where I finally said, “Can you please not talk until I’m done?” He didn’t, but instead, raised his hand like he was in school and kept it there until I was done.
Do you think my doing stand-up and talking into microphone while people attentively listen to me was partly driven by the fact that NO ONE listens to each other in my family? I have been on stage and have heard a few audience members talking and I can’t stop myself from addressing it. I have said to them “would you please stop talking while I’m talking because it makes me feel like I’m with my family.” They laugh because they think it’s a joke.
It’s not joke, those people are out of control 🙂