Silence Is Golden, But I'm Platinum (Why I Talk So Much)

 Silence Is Golden, But I'm Platinum (Why I Talk So Much)

By Hoor Fatima



Hi, I'm your local over-sharer. Yes, the one who talks through lunch, class, and sometimes even in her sleep. My brain is like a group chat with 30 people screaming about different topics, and I'm the poor phone that can't stay on mute. 


Honestly, the talkative baddies will understand, sometimes you just have so much going on in your head that one sentence somehow turns into a full TED Talk. For me, whenever I start talking, I’ll remember something related to whatever I’m talking about, then I’ll start rambling about the next thing, which leads to the next, and then the next, and the next. Sometimes, I tend to talk a lot when I’m stressed, I guess it’s my “Stress Management Technique.” 


And over-sharing? Yeah, it's basically part of my DNA. It feels morally wrong not to tell people I had two flat-breads this morning instead of one. Like, what's the point of eating if I can't narrate it? In fact, I didn’t realize how much I over-share until I scrutinized my interactions with my cousin. 


I got a new watch, and immediately sent her a picture, and told her how much I loved it. Normal, right? I would expect the same from her too… Except, she was leaving the country in a few months, and didn't tell me until I asked! 


Honestly, this habit of over-sharing might get me in trouble one day. Maybe I get kidnapped, and while I’m chatting with my kidnappers, I “over-share” information they take advantage of.


The one person who’s annoyed the most because I’m a chatter box, is my brother. Typical sibling. He was so utterly annoyed that he put his head in his hands in pain. Like I made his head hurt! How rude! He has even confronted me a million times about how much I gabble! Not something you point out, bro. I’ve even been shushed mid-conversation several times. That’s when I felt personally attacked!


I talk a lot, I get it, but does that mean I should change? Never. Sure, I've never seen the end of a silence, but at least no one's ever called me boring. I think of myself as the “light” of the party, the jester that’s always ready to entertain. Besides being the mode of entertainment, talking helps me think. Whenever I’m stressed or have a problem, all I need is a listener. I’ll start ranting, and gradually, with the flow, I’ll find the solution myself, and calm myself down.


If you've made it this far, congratulations—you've survived a blog by a certified gasbag. I think it’s safe to say; being chatty is a blessing in disguise. Loquacity is my full-time personality. A “flaw” I’ll happily embrace. Besides, imagine how quiet the world would be without me.

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