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I'm a talker, but I'm also comfortable not talking. People are funny about silence sometimes, like they have to fill in the gaps. Silence can be very productive.
I knew a girl in college who was painful to talk to for the opposite reason--she wouldn't STOP talking. She was an uber-geek type, who told Interesting and Amusing Anecdotes about her hometown in a sort of monotone drone. One night she and her boyfriend (she actually had a boyfriend!) were hanging in my dorm room with some other friends and she got on a roll. Half an hour later, when I next thought to look around the room, I was sitting in my chair stunned, my roomate had buried his head under a 3-ring binder, and my friend Joel had crawled into the closet.
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