I Talk Too Much
I can't stop sharing my personal feelings and emotions.
I just have to get things off my chest.
I can't keep anything inside, even with strangers.
I share all the most intimate details of my life with the checkout cashier at the supermarket.
Yes, I know I am living in Spain and they don't speak English very well but I just have to unload somewhere.
For example, I say to the cashier, "Why did I cry at the end of Arnold Schwarzenegger's Kindergarten Cop. It's a comedy, for god's sake. But I was feeling really emotional about it. He was so lonely, he had no one, but then all those kids came into his life, you know. It was a second chance for him."
"Bye," the cashier says.
But I can't leave. I just can't stop talking.