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about myself

Personal Essay

I do not like talking about myself
Much.


Simple, menial things are fine
Perhaps.
Oftentimes, actually.


I can talk for
Hours
And
Hours
About the mundane.


A shocking moment in a book,
A pretty picture I’ve just found,
A new record in a game,
An analysis of a song in a multimedia project.


A minor inconvenience that
Occurred
Just
Moments
Ago.


My favorite color,
My favorite animal,
Food,
Season,
Play,


Or my favorite song
(Only sometimes—
I do not like talking about music
With strangers)


But more personal matters?


No.


I do not like talking about myself.


I will talk about my interests
With my friends
Shallowly,
But I will not say
Much else.


I will not talk about stories' plots in depth.
I will not talk about my favorite characters in depth.
I will not talk about the context of my song analysis
Or that shocking moment in a book I’ve just shared.


I will not talk about myself
Or my interests
In any
Meaningful
Matter.


It makes me feel


Anxious Self-interested Bothersome
Uninteresting Selfish Boring
Distracting Restless Scared



Annoying.


I was once called annoying.

Not to my face
Of course.
As if it would change anything.


I was once called annoying
By someone
I
Considered
A
Best
Friend.


It was on a phone call
On speaker.


She did not know
I was there.


She said
I
Was
Annoying.


That
I
Always
Bothered
Her.


So now, to not bother
Other people,


I do not talk about myself
Much.

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