I might have the gift of gab when I was young. Once I opened my mouth, basically there was no chance for others to chime in. I could yap for hours without feeling tired. Must have been a torture for my friends when I look back now.:)
As I grow up, those old friends have been falling out gradually and eventually I moved to a foreign land. I find I become more and more withdrawn in this new isolated environment. I don’t like to talk much, partly because I don’t have that many bosom friends to chat up as I used to. The main reason actually is that as a grown up, there are many things you’d better only keep to yourself.
Then you have this kind of ‘emotional constipation’ when things get piled up in your mind. For me, writing turns out to be a major way to get them out of my system. Register an ID, open a blog and write down whatever I like. Maybe not whatever I like, but at least I can become more opened up when expressing myself anonymously. The irony is - when people put on their masks they start to speak their minds; when they put down the masks, they talk about other people’s business.
All in all, in my blog writing, I regain the serenity of mind and to some degree, I find my old self back. So writing is powerful. :)
