Why I'm Obnoxious

 

 

Okay, to doubly preface this post, I don't really think I'm obnoxious. But, sometimes people think I am for this reason:

And this is where preface number two comes in, I missed my morning class today because I wasn't feeling well. I had to go into school, though, in the afternoon for work and saw a couple of people from my class. They asked how I was feeling and then went on to tell me that the professor had mentioned in class that they needed me there because the class was being silent and because, I, well, always talk in class.

I'm a talker. There is no and, if, or buts about it. I like love to talk. And not just so I can hear my own voice (which sounds like a beautiful mix of mariah carey seeing "All I want for Christmas is You" & beyonce on her best day (aka I wish)).

I like to talk because I'm paying a lot for my education and am slowly sinking myself in debt. If I'm going to be paying for this until I'm an old lady, I want to get my money's worth. So, I ask questions and lots of them. I also genuinely like engaging in class discussions. I've always been that kid that constantly has her hand raised. I'm passionate about speaking and sharing my ideas. I'm also passionate about listening and hearing what others have to say.

But, sadly, not all people view my enthusiasm as a good thing. I have been called the gambit of terms, obnoxious, a suck-up, a goodietooshoes, you name it.

But, you know what? I'm not going to shut up or stop raising my hand. Because then I wouldn't be being me.

Sorry for the rant, dears!

Hope you all are having fab wednesdays!