Sorry I have been MIA the past couple of weeks. First my computer crashed and I had to get a new one—totally sucks. You get used to something (for several) years and then you have to replace it and re-learn everything over again (it’s like having a managed mess on your desk, then cleaning it and trying to re-locate everything). Not to mention, I get very attached to my “things”. I like my consistency and when it gets interrupted—like a computer that won’t even stay on long enough for the geek to try to analyze it—it’s jarring. Then you get totally out of whack and it’s hard to get back in the rhythm of things—like blog posts, correspondence, writing and well, it’s easy to get out of whack and behind. Anyhoo…I have a new computer now, I have most of the programs and things back in place and hopefully my head back in the game.

So, back to me … Are you one of those people who over-share? I am. Holy crap am I. You know when folks say, “Hi, how are you?” 99% of the time they’re not actually asking you how you are, they are tossing out a perfunctory social nicety that says, I am acknowledging you and nothing more. I know this, but often times, I will launch in as to how my day “actually” is and why. Not that they care or want to know. Some of this is because (and Amie can so totally attest to this) I don’t like the idle quiet. Sure, I can sit and be quiet, but I don’t care for it. If I ever break the law—and I mean, truly break they law—all they police would have to do is sit silent across a desk from me and wait. And I will fill in all the quiet.

Worse, I’m not shy. Well, actually I am shy, but if it gets awkward, I feel it necessary to talk to cover it up. If I am comfortable around someone, I feel totally at ease to talk and fill the silence. It’s kind of a damned either way because I will talk about any and everything. No topic is off limits and I’ve never met an opinion I haven’t freely given. Which often lends to an awkward overshare moment. I get carded buying alcohol, I talk about how old my kids are (why it’s silly to card me—hell, I have an 18yo kid), my gray hair and being the tallest female in my family. Seems like a stretch but when you’re in over-share mode, I can go off on tangents like no one’s business! And I could recite oh-so-many other incidents but I would be revealing too much and have traipsed into the land of over-share.

I’ve given it some thought and I can’t decide if I am an over-sharer because I write or I write because I am an over-sharer. Not that it really matters *why*. It’s just a fact of who I am. It’s as much a part of me as my freckles or dyed blonde hair. And apparently it’s genetic as my youngest has my run-on-at-the-mouth disease as well—and sadly, he’s way worse than I am!

When asked how your day is/was, do you tell them or do you reply with a mutually perfunctory, “Fine, thank you?” So are you an over-sharer? And, how was you day….