This one is for the nutty-natterers, my talkative twits, and those who think we’re mad.
I talk. A lot. My self-indulgent over sharing tendencies can make me appear self-confident, full of random snippets of knowledge, excitable and friendly. I am the kind of person who will send four messages in a row without shame. I am not clingy, I am not obsessed, it is just the way I converse both on and offline. It doesn’t stop me nervously tapping my fingers on the keyboard when someone doesn’t reply because of fear they don’t understand, but it is the way I am.
The metaphorical ‘first day of school’ signifies any nervously anticipated new start. Be that the commencement of a new job or stage of education, moving out or into home, a first date; the first step into the world away from the worn out favourite jumper of your comfort zone.
I’m Bea. Like the insect, the letter, the verb. Any jokes have already been made.