Is there a prescription for Motor Mouth?

I have some troubles dropping my issues at the door. I’m one of those heart on my sleeve people and though I usually pride myself on my openness sometimes it’s not always the best quality in a group environment. If I had a bad night or I had a tiff with boyfriend- I’m not easily able to shut myself off. If someone asks me out of sheer politeness, “Hey Meg, how are you?” and I had a bad night/morning/whatever, they will almost without a doubt get every detail of said aggravation. Not good. 

I am an over-sharer.

When I was in college, I used to waitress. I got so good at being able to turn off the motor mouth in me and smile- it was for the sake of tips. No one wants a bitchy waitress. I need to find that again. I need to find that balance where I’m outgoing and still myself, but a bit more toned down version of myself. I believe it’s called “professionalism?” I need to find that “off” button. 

I’ve never been diagnosed with any kind of crazy. But I have to say I wouldn’t be terribly surprised if they came back to say- yep, you have a typical case of (insert random crazy-disorder)  and you need a very large dose of (insert one of any bazillion prescribed anti-crazy medications here).

Then again… maybe it’s just one of those days. (I hope). 

**I realize I have left myself open here for a whole slew of mockery and crazy jokes! I’m good at laughing at myself so go for it… but try to be a little kind here!!  I also just realized that I have a category titled “Xanax induced sleep” for some irony… interesting… **

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I think having a blog is the perfect solution for an over-sharer! ; )

You over share any time you want!

I too overshare. And I have also thought to myself, geesh girl just stop up now while you’re ahead. But long ago I gave up the notion of changing myself for others.

HI I’m KATIE and I OVERSHARE Take it or leave it. . .

* Shut up now.

haha. Thanks guys! I promise to overshare via blog!

I am definitely a member of the oversharers club! i just don’t know when to quit – ever.

I KNOW! I had to bite my tongue from telling my co-workers about my trip to the strip club this weekend. Because any sentence that ends with “…and they she stuck the pasties on his nose!” is not all that professional.

I don’t know TCD… I think that story would be totally professional…

OVER-SHARERS UNITE!!

According to my mother, I play my hand close to my chest (or at least used to) – the notable exception is when some variant of False Accusation enters my day – like getting blamed for something I didn’t do. Then, as my LSH (Long-Suffering Husband) can attest, I will not Shut The Hell Up.

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