I am a talker. This would have come as a surprise to my Mom since I was already 2 years old but they have not heard a peep come out of my cute little mouth.
Yep! They actually thought I was mute. Anyone who knows me now would roll on the floor laughing if I ever told them this.
I am a talker. I talk a lot, not because I like the sound of my voice but because I just have so many things to say. Never mind that the teacher is also talking in front, I will talk. Never mind that the teacher is ready to kill me, I will share what is on my mind. Never mind that the teacher has put lipstick on my face, taped my mouth, and placed me on a chair beside her so that I will be away from my classmates and be facing them instead, I will talk.
I am a talker. I will share my stories, write about it, talk about it, rehash it and talk about it over and over again. Sometimes, I even talk to my cat. Worse, I talk to myself.
I do that you know. I talk to myself. I even role play in my mind. Say, I will imagine someone and have a dialogue with that person in my head. Yes, I do that for I am a talker.
I am the life of the party. I dominate forums. I am the center of attention for I am a talker. I engage people. I get them drawn to my stories till they would feel whatever emotion it is that I am feeling. I weave stories and paint a picture with my words. I am a talker.
I am a talker and this is why my whole life when I was in school, my conduct was C+. And that, is the point, of my entire entry. LOL.