It is like listening to someone who endlessly talks, with no break (logorrheic, I think it’s the proper term). I think we all have been, at one time or another, on the receiving end of this kind of conversation. The never-ending talker is agitated, anxious, and often insecure.
Literary critics call it “stream of consciousness”. It is easy for the reader to feel lost and disoriented, immersed in a verbal flood. As readers, we feel the same sense of anxiety and insecurity as the author. This Torah portion is all about anxiety. Specifically, Yaakov’s anxiety.