I am a chatterbox.

While looking back my life, I realized I have been talking too much in recent years. I used to be a quiet and agreeable listener. Then somehow someday it just all changed. I became a chatterbox. I couldn’t stop talking. Yet most of the time things I said do not even make sense to myself.

While being a chatterbox gained my popularity, I have lost some of the closest friendships. I became the person whom I hated the most in my life: people who wouldn’t listen. It’s not that I do not want to listen. But when I was busy talking, I forgot to slow down and allow other people to talk. I became an interrupter, the worst kind of friend I would want for myself.

“Make sure you talk less, and do more.” Once a friend said. I didn’t realize how serious my problem was.

It seems that the more I talk, the more confusing I get about myself, and more people I hurt by saying things without thinking. It’s bad. I need to learn to be more concise, direct to the point. I need to learn the art of silence.

I would want to be a listener again…

Who wants to my speaker now?