Loquacious

Someone here (in Vancouver) told me that I like to talk. Do I really? It struck me as a little strange, because I really don't think I do.

I used to speak very rarely, because I found that most of what people say when they're socializing is just useless banter. Take, for instance, an example of a styrofoam cup falling on the floor. No doubt, someone would say, "Oh, that cup fell."

"Yeah. No sh!t," I'd be thinking.

I wouldn't see the point of bringing that up, because ... well, because it's obvious. I mean, we all see it, so just pick it up and move on. There's no need to discuss such a trivial act, right?

As time went on, I began to accept that most conversations are rather useless and meant only for momentary entertainment. Like at a club or at a BBQ or something. This was the accepted behaviour to consider oneself sociable; this was how personal interaction worked.

Nowadays, I think I talk more just because sometimes I notice something out of the ordinary, and I'm the only one to verbalize it. I'm quicker to translate thoughts into speech, without worrying as much what people will think.

So tell me. You think I talk too much? (Blogging doesn't count.) Or how did you change over time in terms of dialogue participation?