So.
The last couple of weeks have been filled with new people in close quarters; thus far, all bodes well.
Fantastic, no?
Meeting so many new people has reinforced something I’ve always noticed.
People love to talk about themselves.
So, I let them. I ask plenty of questions, about where they’ve been, where they’re going, where they’d like to be. I learned an awful lot about my coworkers since I spend so much time with them one-on-one. It’s amazing. I really do love learning about people; we all have such varied experiences, and even if we share memories or sensations, the way we each process them is also so distinct.
As for myself, I’m not very talkative. I like to ask the majority of the questions; I prefer not to volunteer information about myself. I will readily answer any queries directed my way, but for the most part, I rarely ever talk about myself, whereas most people love to do so.
It probably stems from my aversion to attention. I don’t mind talking to people individually because the conversation is rarely about me. In most situations, I take control of the conversation and steer it away from me.
Although my life has been relatively short, it has already been made so rich simply by knowing the people I know.
People love to talk. I love to listen.
It’s been working out extremely well so far.
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Jaena Rae 
Eh I prefer listening myself too even if I appear to be talking about myself. Thats why I kept trying to get you to talk the other day. Was looking for the kudos button then realized that this isn’t Myspace. Awkward!!