What is the point of having people to confide in, if you can never really confide everything to them. Sharing a little bit of what's going on inside, makes you want to share more but the more you share the farther away your listeners get. How personal is too personal? And why is spilling the beans so addicitive?
Everyone knows it's enthralling to talk about other people, but everyone (in different degrees) likes to talk about themselves. It ranges from those who like inadvertantly letting everyone know how much they drank last weekend and how many people they hooked up with to those who only share little tid bits, like finally sharing the name of the boy they've been crushing on with there friends. Everyone who tells, is looking for something in return: a high. A high they get of the attention, and the excitment, whether it's good or bad. Person number one doesn't care if everyone is calling them a slut, at least they're talking about them. And person number two loves the big grins that spread across they're friends faces, and the exclamations of "aww you two would be so cute...". But the more you share, the less exciting the reactions become. People stop caring and you and your drama become old news. But you're addicted, so you keep sharing, trying to tweek someone's interest, until you have no more to share. Nothing more to tell the world about you. And you feel kind of empty. They know everything about you, and there's nothing left inside, because they don't care anymore. The slut can get no sluttier and the timid one no longer excites with her news,, because it's not news. But they just keep talking. Sharing every thought that goes through there head as they waste away. And eventually they leave, they find someone else to confide in, someone who doesn't know anything and who will feed the monster inside.
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