Music, post-1930 or so. Especially from the 60s to now. It’s my life. I could set the record for continuous waffling on the subject.
Another one is my own music, which is especially boring for whoever I’m talking to because not many people have heard what I’m working on (yet) so often they don’t know what the music I’m waffling on about even sounds like.
I don’t really talk much though. One on one, you are likely to find me boring because I don’t find the need to speak all that often. I’d rather be part of a group of 3 or 4 people and listen. Just like here. I read the board (and a couple others) every day, but only occasionally comment or start a thread.
Sailing … arg, when I was in the business I could not stand people talking about it endlessly. Now I very rarely sail but have friends who are new enthusiasts, and they **want **to hear salty tales - stop egging me on friends. My eyes are glazing over and yet … I’m the one talking.
Not me, but a female friend. Whenever I meet her for lunch or whatever, I know I am going to hear the following two sentences come out of her mouth, which MUST be answered before we can move on:
"Do I look fat/do I look thinner? (“Oh, definitely thinner! Let’s go”…)
“Does this new hair color look good on me/make me look older/
complement my skin tone?” (never know how to answer that last one, the hair color is either darker or lighter, and she’s the one standing in front of a mirror for hours, can’t she tell? I sure can’t!).
Apes. This usually comes up when someone asks me what I want to do with my life (work with apes) and they start asking questions. I try to keep it short, but then someone asks a question like, “what kinds of things are threatening them?” or “did you hear about the chimpanzee that ripped that lady’s face off?” and suddenly it’s ape hour.
Horses. From the utter joy of watching a newborn baby get to his feet, to the ethics of breeding horses with obvious genetic disorders, to just about anything.