There’s something to know about me: when I’m in a state of joy, I ramble. I yak about stuff about me.
I never believe I’m narcissistic. Yet happiness causes me to talk about myself? Honestly…I don’t know.
I just found out about this myself.
I’m involved in a production that has been super stressful. I’ve not been a happy person for a while. One night, I was chatting up with a couple of the actors and I was TALKING. I’m usually a listener, but I was spewing words about theatre, Glasgow, writing, YouTube, and some of the coolest experiences I have been blessed to have.
I didn’t feel a need to show off (I don’t think), and I didn’t think they were bored with my behaviour (I don’t think).
I like to talk about things I love when I’m happy.
Should be said, I didn’t steal the entire conversation. They had their points to make about theatre, makeup, production, and competition. And I listened to them. When it was appropriate, I talked about things that make me happy.
Anyway, later that night, I felt super guilty about sharing so much. I was so worried that I made that whole conversation about me and now they hate me and want to stay away.
But that’s my depression and low self esteem talking.
I believe that happiness is sharing what you love. You don’t need to talk about it like I do, because that might be a little problematic. Do it in your way, but don’t be afraid to share your interests. Be happy.