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.