Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla!

I can talk. My mother can talk and my grandmother was a talker. I am sure of this because my boyfriend always reminds me in case I would forget, my dad always reminds my mom and I am everything my grandmother was: an obsessed photographer and a wishful nudist, so for sure my grandfather used to tell her she talked too much as well.

But I never thought I talked too much. I thought my boyfriend was antisocial and my father exaggerated. I was convinced I a was fun to be around. But here I was, a few nights ago, having what felt like a talk war with a person appearing to be my double.

Don't get me wrong. The girl was super sweet and at the beginning, I didn't notice anything, but then gradually, it seemed she was just having a monologue. Bla bla bla bla bla. Her stories never ended, and every time I thought it ended, something came up in the end story that tied into a new story.

So here I was, and I swear not because I was dying to talk, but just because I wanted the others to have a chance to talk - yes how brave of me - trying to get the subject to change anytime I could get a word out. But it was impossible. She was clueless and kept yapping.

So it got me worrying? Am I usually her? Do I have to shut up?

So here it is dear friends, your one and only chance to tell me to my face anonymously if

A) I really have to shut up because you are sick of hearing my voice

B) I just have to dial it down a bit but you still love my voice
C) I am being paranoid
D) Other ... Please don't be too mean though and don't be too explicit, if not I might recognize you -:)

If you just don't comment, I will think you want me to shut up forever and my feelings will be very hurt peops.

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