Mush Goes Haywire

She became aware that the way in which she tended to rattle off in class made her sound like she thought she knew something about things she didn’t necessarily know much, if anything about. She knew full-well that she was very green. It was just that having spent years feeling like her brain was turning to mush in a dead-end job and a sort of lethargic personal rut, she often felt like a kid in a candy store being exposed to this wealth of knowledge and ideas. Synapses were firing like crazy, albeit a little haywire, and she couldn’t help blurting out every time she thought she saw a connection, whether it was there or not. She should probably talk less and listen more, at least until she had some kind of foundation of knowledge to base her ideas on.