Thursday, December 15, 2011

A constant flow of words

Some people just can't stop talking. You wonder why their presence seems to usher in a host to feast on (mentally), and then you realize that it's because they can't stop talking. It's like a disease. They find someone who is less of talker and unload on them. This can't be good.

Why would someone want to talk so much? Could it be that they just like hearing their voice? I don't think it's a consideration for the person of whom I'm thinking. Do they just feel like everyone want's to know everything about them? Well, maybe, but probably on a subconscious level if at all. Is it to fill the silence? No. They never hear silence because they're always talking.

Whatever their motives may be for talking constantly, they do change the effect of talking all the time. When someone has to tell a person whom they barely know about which sealant they used on their floor or what kind of grapes they bought at the store, there's a problem. Sure, people make small talk. This isn't just small talk, though; it's the primary topic or topics of conversation. As much as we would love to know what kind of shampoo you use and how often you shave your legs, you really don't have to tell us. Maybe we'd like to get to know the person behind the mouth.

It's also kind of  statement of this person's pride. "I'm so much more interesting than you that I'm going to talk this whole time and not give you a chance because I know you want to hear about me. I don't really care about getting to know you." That's what I imagine people like that saying when they can't close their mouth during a conversation. This undermines the listener's worth.

I do know that there are some people who are genuinely just too extroverted to close their mouths. But these people are little bit different in my opinion. They have seem to have a genuine exuberance about seeing other people, which you can tell by the way their face lights up when they meet a friend. And then their natural (habitual) response of pouring out love translates into a flow of words. They just have so much to tell you since the last time you two met. Those people are fine. It's really just those people who can't stop talking about completely pointless stuff that I'm talking about.

Well, that was kind of a hasty look at talkers. I know there's much more to analyze, but I'm out of time for now.

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