Every time I go out or every time I do something, I've always talked about how my day went, regardless of whether I was alone or with company.
I am someone who looks back at every moment that I can remember.
I am someone who takes photos as much as possible, to have something to hold on to, to have something to relive over and over again, and to have something to show when asked.
I am someone who gushes over how much I liked the food and the activities I did.
I am someone who writes about some stuff from the day that made me giggle, warm, feel upset, feel silly, or feel strange.
Like how my name was misspelled and "Nila" sounds unique. Or maybe that time when someone offered to share their umbrellas with me because it was scorching hot and I didn't want to use mine. Or maybe even that silly encounter when I talked to a fellow passenger on the way back home. Or how pretty the sky looked today.
I love sharing about my experiences and my thoughts, regardless of how big or small, meaningful, or maybe just total nonsense to others.
Whenever I like something, I plan ahead... I want to do it again but with a few people in mind. I want to share the magic and recreate everything I felt.
Maybe that's just a huge part of my love language. But I do love talking about a lot of things.
To be very honest, it sucks...
not being heard.
being ignored.
getting a "yeah, okay" then letting the topics drop.
and it sucks feeling sad about it.
But you know what sucks more?
being told that you never open up.
being told that you never talk.
being told that you're too quiet.