Talking

I talk too much. Anyone that knows me knows that I talk too much. The first time I remember anyone confronting me, in a friendly way, about it was either junior or senior year of high school at lunch. My friend Katie pointed out to me that I talked way more than I listened. And I had a habbit of interrupting other people. I put her and a couple others in charge of telling me when I needed to stop talking. Then I went to college. The first two years I don't think I was as bad about talking all the time. I think that was because I didn't have any friends at college, and as much as I thought I was outgoing, I kind of became shy and reserved for a year or two there. I was afraid of not being accepted. When I finally opened up... the talking all spilled out agian. I talk way too much. And I don't stop. And sometimes I neglect to think before I talk, and I have a foot-in-mouth experience. Sometimes I just ramble about nothing. I need someone to hold me accountable for my talking. I need to think before I speak. I need to listen more than I speak. I need to listen to others and find out what's happening in their lives before I decide to tell them what's going on in mine. Some days I feel I do a good job at that. Many more days I fail. If I'm ever talking to you, and I'm not listening, or I'm telling you the same story for the fifteenth time... please, nicely, point out to me what I'm doing. I know to a point that this is how God made me... but to another point, I don't need to talk as much as I do. This I need to change.