Most of the time I find myself talking about the most mundane things of all, stories of my life. It is nothing exciting. Sometimes, I think that people around me is bored with what I have to say. But it seems that I can’t stop talking. It’s not that I don’t want to stop, it’s just that I can’t.
Talking or sharing things to people clears my mind. It put things into perspective. If I ever stop talking, my mind will burst into pieces, and nothing will make sense. It would make life more complicated as it is. Talking in a sense, gives logic to my thoughts. Saying it out loud, gives clarity to a rather complex, but still mundane existence.
I know a lot of people hate me. Well, hate is too much a word, maybe irritated with me when I talk too much. I don’t blame them. If I can stop myself I would. Sometimes, I can hear myself with other’s ears, and I just hope I can shut my mouth up. But like I said, it’s near impossible.
Although there are times when I would rather listen to music than talk. But when I do, I tend to sing aloud. Which I think is more irritating than me talking. Some would say I have rather nice voice, but still singing out loud is more than what other people can take. And again, I don’t blame them.
So what’s the point of all this blabbering? Well, first is that I don’t have anyone really to talk with (because they don’t want to talk to me anymore). Second is that, well, since no one wants to talk with me, I would rather to talk to an imaginary audience. It sounds pathetic, I know. Like I have any other choice.