Yelling

I'm a yeller. There's this story of me being at a friend's house and having their dad tell me to be quiet, because I was just being loud. And in more recent years I have these memories of being shushed in restaurants.

It usually happens when I'm talking about something that I'm intent on or passionate about. Perhaps it's a subconcious effort to be noticed or to feel important, but invariably the decibels increase and afterward I'm like, "Man, I was yelling." Then I'll ask Amy if I was yelling and she'll say, "Yep, I could hear you across the church during Sunday School." Usually people are polite and don't mention anything while I'm yelling.

So if I've yelled at you in the course of any past personal conversation, I'm sorry. Lyle, I'm sorry. Dr. Slavkovic, sorry. While being passionate is something I want, I don't think it's particularly necessary to yell all the time to express myself as such.