I am a "Talker"

 I am a Talker. That means I cannot be without talking, without speaking. Even in the morning, while I wash my face, I speak to myself:

“Good morning, guy” “How do you do”, “What are your plans for today”.

I do it always, even if there are no plans for the day. I do it when I don´t take a shower; but if I do, then I sing, which it is another form of talking, of listening some words.

After I wear clean clothes, I go to the kitchen. There I talk to Alexa and I say.

“Alexa. Good morning. Five minutes for the coffee Alexa, and then one minute and a half for the toaster”.

And Alexa is always nice and kindly responds to me using almost exactly the same words.

“Good morning. Five minutes for the coffee and then one minute and a half for the toaster.”

After lunch I leave my flat to ride a bus or to walk the streets and I say to a somebody:

“Good morning lady, good morning Sir…”, “Please watch the step”, “Isn´t it better to be under the shade?”

When I do not find a somebody, then I say to a passing dog:

“Good morning, dog. Be careful when crossing the street”.

Or to a standing on a window cat:

“Hi cat, how many adventures, how many “Affaires”, are you going to have tonight?”

I do it because I am a Talker, because I always have an urgent need to communicate. I know that and sometimes I wonder if I am not a dysfunctional guy, a people who is becoming crazy, a “Loco” left unchained roaming the streets instead of being held in a special place, and I wonder if is not solitude which lately had hitting me strong and straight directly in my face that forces me to be speaking all the time, just to say that I am not alone.

But, of course not. Nothing of what I just said applies to me. What happens is that I am a happy guy, a guy who wants to communicate, to share a piece of his calm, of his happiness with everyone. That is why I talk and talk. I talk with whoever I find in a corner, in a small coffee shop. I talk about my successes, my failures, my philosophy, my vision of life, or just about the problems of the world. I talk until I notice that my listener eludes my voice or my regards, when they say loudly without uttering a word: “I don´t want to listen to you anymore”.

When this is evident, when I notice that they are saying so. I become quiet, and for the rest of the day I don´t want to speak...  Any more. 

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