I admit it. I'm a talker. Chances are, if I walk into a room, I'll be the first to say hello--even to a person I don't know.
Most of the time, my talkative personality is a positive attribute--it aids me in making friends quickly and helps others feel included in a group. But sometimes, I get so caught up in doing what comes naturally--talking--that I forget to think before I open my mouth.
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Almost everyone's heard the old adage: "Loose lips sink ships." When I share my own thoughts and feelings a little too freely, I do no harm, except perhaps let someone get to know too much about me too soon. But my chatter gets me into trouble when I share tidbits about others. I don't set out to break a friend's confidence ... but somehow, my mouth kicks into gear before my brain.
All the "little confidences" I've shared, such as "Trina's* really concerned about her daughter, Sue, because Sue's sleeping with her boyfriend," or "Pray for Katie, she's going through treatments for infertility," merely seemed like interesting conversations until one day three years ago. That's when the true nature of my loose lips hit home.
It happened over a diet Coke at my friend Ann's house. As we both tsk-tsked about the escalating divorce rate, Ann, whose husband had left her four years earlier, commented, "I'm so sorry for the women behind the statistics. I know what it's like to be alone and scared about what's going to happen to you next."
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