Women get a bad rap for talking too much. I think that I am certainly one of those women. I have gotten a bad rap for going on too long in a conversation, going off topic or for going into too much detail. However, I absolutely love conversation.
I find interacting with people fascinating. When I meet someone for the first time, I enjoy listening their story, who they are, where they came from and where they are going. I love finding out what exists behind the outer surface of a person. What kind of a person are they? I love hearing their stories, the trials that they have endured and the lessons that they have learned. Experiences fascinate me.
I thrive on openness and honesty. In my journey of blog searching, I have found a handful of blogs that are raw, open, edgy and sometimes painfully honest. I find myself drawn to these people and their lifestyles. I admire people that are able to so readily open their souls and share them with the masses. Real life emotion and deep regard for sincerity. Being able to admit fault, defeat, pain, insecurity, mistakes and trials is a character trait that I greatly admire in people.
I have tried to align myself a little with those people. My experiences are real. They are what have made me who I am, good or bad. There are some that are embarrassing, some that are hurtful, some are hilarious and some are unbelievable. I like to share. I like to talk to people when they ask about what I have gone through.
I know that I am not a person of few words. I know that. I now find myself in the conundrum of acheiving balance between expressing myself and keeping the info to a minimum. I really don’t know how to do that… I am trying though.