Bro, let’s be honest. There are things you can share with anyone — like how you did five burpees in a row at training yesterday.
Bro, let’s be honest. There are things you can share with anyone — like how you did five burpees in a row at training yesterday. But then there are topics you should keep to yourself. If you've noticed that people look like they've just run a marathon without water after talking to you, maybe you're being a bit too open.
Openness is good. But like with alcohol: a couple of glasses will relax you, but fifteen will make you the star of a shameful spectacle. It’s time to figure out when you've gone too far with the heart-to-heart talks, and how to ease off the gas.
Silence is not the enemy; it’s an old, trusty friend. But you're afraid of it. As soon as there’s a pause in the conversation, you start talking about how you lost a slipper at the summer house when you were a kid. Okay, but why?
Pauses are normal. You don’t need to fill them with stories about your ex or your trip to Sochi.
Meeting with you isn't a conversation, it’s a therapy session. You talk, talk, and talk. And the person opposite just blinks and nods.
This isn't friendship; it's a monologue with furniture. People get tired. Support is a two-way street, don't forget that.
"Hey, should I get an Americano or a cappuccino?" you ask, like you’re choosing between brain surgery and a heart transplant.
Bro, you don’t need advice. You need attention. And you get it through unnecessary revelations. Stop it. Make your own choice. Yes, even if you regret it later — it's your life, your coffee.
Five stories a day about your inner struggles, three posts about how hard it is to be you, and a "no-filter morning" photo with panda eyes.
This isn’t a diary. It's a social storefront. And when it has too much personal stuff on display, the audience leaves. Even if they liked it.
You tell a new acquaintance that Igor's wife left him to impress them.
Sounds like gossip? Because that’s exactly what it is. People start thinking: "If he talks like that about others, he’ll probably tell everyone about me too."
Trust is fragile. Break it once, and it’s done.
The other person just started talking about an injury, and you go: "I had it worse!"
That’s not called "engagement"; that’s "taking over the airwaves." No one likes when their stories get stolen. Sometimes, it’s better to just listen than pull all the attention back to yourself.
You leave thinking: "Why did I say that?"
If this keeps happening, it’s not just a conversation — it’s an emotional dump. And it drains you. Words don’t just vanish into the air. They stay in the minds of those you shared them with. And then, they come back around — to you.
The taxi driver, the barista, the guy in the hot dog line — they all know you're divorced, afraid of getting old, and don’t believe in pensions.
Why? That’s not honesty, that’s anxiety spilling out. Find someone you can really talk to, and stop burdening random people.
"Did I tell you about my resignation?" you ask for the third time.
If your life is like a TV show where you’re replaying the same episode to everyone, you’ve lost track. And even worse, you risk blurting out things you shouldn’t.
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