Talking

Verbal diarrhea?

I talk a lot. As a habit, as a fundamental trait to my personality, as a living. I talk. I talk very freely and openly about many different things. There are no taboos. Some say I talk to much. At times, I probably do. I'd say that i am a great conversationalist. To me it's important to converse. About anything and everything. But strangely, I don't talk much about how I feel. I like to listen to people tell me about their plight. I love to share my stories. However, I rarely discuss if i'm sad, if i'm vulnerable (especially that) or if i'm insecure. I admire people who do that. One of my guy friend is like this. He's not afraid to say how he feels. And I am always dumbfounded on how refreshing it is. He'll tell you that you are making him feel comfortable or uncomfortable. He'll tell you if he finds you beautiful; if you turn him on. He'll tell you that he's confused. And he'll force you to do the same. To explore your own feelings but also to share them. To voice them. He'll ask you questions. He'll probe you. He'll get it out of you with persistence. I find this so beautiful. People should talk more about deeper things. About their hopes and dreams. Their wants. Their limitations. Sure, I can converse about everything from biodiversity to football to feral children in the Ukraine. But i need to learn to go deeper. To converse about me. With myself and others. Let's try it. xox