"...Cause you had a bad day...da da da da....you sing a sad song....da da da da da round,,,," Oh Powter where are you now?

People talk too much and I am definitely included in that number. Why though? So many times I say silly things or make passing comments and a few seconds later...oh shit. Then I keep my mouth shut, pretend it never happened and hope life carries on with one less slip-up. I guess sometimes we don't think. Other times we need to let off steam. And other times we need to know that other people agree with us.

And then there is the flip side...when we don't talk enough. When we would rather lose sleep over something than share the load with somebody. Why do we do that? So many nights I go to bed worried or irritated or upset but the next morning I pretend it's not there and carry on with my meaningless tasks. It's probably because by the time morning comes, it no longer seems like such a big deal. Or I assume people here won't understand. Or I am too proud.

So here is an official apology to anyone who has had to suffer alongside me in the negative repercussions of my big mouth. And for the positive repercussions, you're welcome. And also an apology to those who have ever had to experience the effects of my grumpy, un-caffinated, selfish side.