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I like to talk. I talk to connect and get closer to people. Most people like to talk. Connecting is human, talking is still our most genuine way of connecting.
I like to talk. I talk to connect and
get closer to people. What I’ve realized is most people like to talk - and talk
a lot. People talk. A lot. Connecting is human and talking is still our most
genuine way of connecting. In a world with changing personal contact, where
interactions through technology reign, talking is still a precious gift to join
hearts and minds with others.
Equally often, we share the floor,
rotating around, hearing stories, nodding, commenting, asking questions,
listening more. Then another person picks up and her story has our attention
and focus until it’s the next person’s turn to chime in with a tale.
One particular night after someone
blithely made a comment to me about how much I talk, I swallowed and forced a
polite smile, and became completely silent. I sat mute, watching, surveying,
listening, contemplating. Throughout the evening, I paid attention as everyone
took a turn dominating the conversation, talking “too much” and going on and
on.
Every single person talked and talked
at some point and not one talking-person turned to include or invite in another
while she was front and center. The talker talked. It’s what we do, it how we
affiliate ourselves with a group, it’s how we belong and how we bridge space
and grow friends.
My husband teases me because no matter
where I am, people open up to me and tell me intimate details of their lives.
This happens so often that it’s become unremarkable when I tell him the life
story of someone I crossed paths with that day. I’ve heard all about divorces
from a car mechanic complete with details of clothes thrown out the window, I’ve
heard about the journey to adoption waiting for the fish guy at the
supermarket, I’ve learned of a woman’s struggle with cancer while sitting in a
waiting room, the drugstore clerk confided that he quit drinking and I’ve heard
countless birth stories from strangers and friends alike. I listen.
I have a funny sense in my being that
feels dishonest when I don’t offer details, when I’m not explaining something
fully, when I don’t share totally. It’s as if I’m in a movie where two
characters meet, each having information the other needs but not telling one
another. I think sometimes I talk more because it feels more honest to that
quirky thing in my heart.
And sometimes, I wonder if I’m perceived
as talking more than others because I talk really fast (and even faster if I
have any caffeine). Or maybe it’s because I initiate dialogues, or speak with
energy and animation (and maybe a little loudly). I’m bold, happy, enthusiastic
and so I gush and effuse.
I’m candid, unreserved and unafraid to
articulate what’s in my soul. So maybe I do talk a lot, maybe I do talk more
than others, but it’s who I am. It’s how I relate, it’s how I embrace, envelop,
offer, share and give. If I’m talking with you, I’m giving you a piece of
myself and I’m open for receiving a piece of you, too, when you talk with me.
They
can be impassioned. Funny. Enlightening. Or inspiring.
They
can open doors. And build relationships.
Some
can even change the world.
At
Wells Fargo, we believe you should never underestimate the power of a
conversation.
It’s
how we learn. How we grow. And how ideas spread.
It’s
at the heart of everything we do.