I am a friendly person who enjoys people.  I like to talk.  I like to be quiet even more.  Some of my friends might be surprised by this, or even think I don't know myself.  I require periods of rest between talking, so I can get ready to be friendly again.  The older I get, the more I want to be quiet and not have to talk.

I think about a lot of things that I never say, that never come out.  Some are just too intricate to put into words, some are too silly, too personal, too important.  Some are too mean, I especially try to keep those inside.  I think at times I talk to keep from letting these other things out.

Some thoughts I'd lie to share, but instead I hear myself spewing all the unimportant thoughts that I've had.   Often the more I hope to have an important conversation with someone, the more I find I blow it and blabber on about nothing, or about some complaint that I didn't even want to share.

These are some of the things my brain thinks.