Most ppl would consider me to be a talkative person. I’m ok with that in the appropriate situations. However, I want to stop talking to fill the quiet times. I talk about stuff that isn’t necessary to be “nice” I guess. But I end up saying things that are just better left unsaid at that time.
Yesterday, I told parents that we have decided to move due to the area we live in and we need more room. This is something my family just started talking about yesterday, so we have not even been approved by a bank or anything.
A parent said “I hope your new location is convenient for us.” That’s when I said, “oh, it won’t happen until at least next year.”
I feel like I play up to ppl. I want to stop and check my motives before I speak. I just get uncomfortable with the silence and feel like they will now think something is wrong if I don’t keep talking.
I will say I was proud of myself the other day when a parent (who is rude and so much “better” than me) came for pickup. She pulled in fast, got out and as usual didn’t make eye contact with me when I brought her son out. She just looked at him and asked if he was a good boy. He said, yes, I watched tv today! Usually I yell, yes, he was a good boy...blah blah blah. But I thought I’m not saying a word unless she looks at me and says something. Tired of kissing her ugly butt. I was proud of myself.
That’s all.
Yesterday, I told parents that we have decided to move due to the area we live in and we need more room. This is something my family just started talking about yesterday, so we have not even been approved by a bank or anything.
A parent said “I hope your new location is convenient for us.” That’s when I said, “oh, it won’t happen until at least next year.”
I feel like I play up to ppl. I want to stop and check my motives before I speak. I just get uncomfortable with the silence and feel like they will now think something is wrong if I don’t keep talking.
I will say I was proud of myself the other day when a parent (who is rude and so much “better” than me) came for pickup. She pulled in fast, got out and as usual didn’t make eye contact with me when I brought her son out. She just looked at him and asked if he was a good boy. He said, yes, I watched tv today! Usually I yell, yes, he was a good boy...blah blah blah. But I thought I’m not saying a word unless she looks at me and says something. Tired of kissing her ugly butt. I was proud of myself.
That’s all.
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