Before I was wise enough to know that my mother was the archetype N, I believed the fault die lie in me. I broke down so many times, begging her forgiveness, confiding in her, asking her advice.
OK, I'm back...
I just ran over to the pillar and hit my head off it because I now know how very stupid I was all those years ago.
Anything I confided to her became a guided missile turned back at me.
I can honestly say that I can laugh about it now because out of nowhere (well, years of therapy actually), I developed the NBS filter. It works like magic, I hear exactly what she says, decipher, decode and translate it and then file it away in the large file of 'incessant chatter' archive in my head.
Should I patent it?