Just a ramblin' fool

That's me. I just did a radio interview (via telephone, and to air on the same radio station where I worked as a DJ in college, actually) to promote the benefit performance of my current play that we're doing in my small hometown this weekend. ("It won't air until Friday, so we'll say 'tomorrow night' instead of 'Saturday night,' okay?" Got it. "Now remember, we'll say 'tomorrow night' instead"...got it.) I had all kinds of witty, articulate things to say, planned out in my head. Pithy quotes about the beautiful script, compelling insights about my character, etc. Sadly, they're mostly all still there...unsaid. Gah. Instead, I rambled. I even (gahhh!!) succumbed a couple of times (briefly, thank god) to the dreaded "umm..." time killer, while I ransacked my brain for all those words I knew were there. Damn you, words! What, you couldn't come out from behind my medulla oblongata for a minute and say hello? It wasn't all my fault, though...the interviewer asked mostly about my connection to my hometown ("I, um...grew up there and, um...went to school there and, um...my family still lives there." Okay, maybe I exaggerate slightly.), rather than about the play specifically. Still, I'm generally a fairly articulate person--why did "okay, we're recording now" turn me into a stammering rambler? Oh well, it probably wasn't as bad as I thought it was. The interviewer insisted, when I apologized for rambling on, that it was "great." I have done interviews in the past (mostly for the newspaper, a couple of times for television; at least radio doesn't have the added pressure of making you worry about how you look) that I felt made me sound like a bit of an idiot, only to have everyone assure me that I sounded just fine. Which makes me wonder--maybe I always come across as an idiot, unbeknownst to myself, and therefore when people say I sounded "fine," they're really only saying "no more of a fool than usual!" That's...um...a sobering...um...(what's the word I'm looking for here...) thought, isn't it?