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I like to talk, but I have learned that there are some things you do not say to others. I like to listen more than I like to talk; but I feel I appear dull and boring as a result. In fact, I’m pretty sure I am rather dull and boring.
Writing is far easier, and the observations I write can be edited before anyone gets to read them. Filters engaged.
When I’m in a group, no matter how loose it might get, there are just some things I don’t let myself talk about. I try to stay within safe subjects. And I let other people talk about what they want to. Whether I think it is exciting, astonishing, fun, dull or boring, I keep that to myself. To them, it’s important.
I think my Catholic upbringing has drilled into me that what I have to say is of little value to the rest of the room, and that I’m a person who is to recede to the back, to make way for the prettier flowers whose petals are perfectly in place. I was never that girl, I’m always a bit disheveled, but now, finally, I’m OK with being the quirky chick.
I like always having my secret thoughts. I’d like to share them, but I rarely do. I wonder if any of you ever really knew?
