Let me tell you a story. A story about why I don't talk much.

Okay, so, I'm naturally reserved but besides that, ever since 8th or 9th grade, if I were to talk much about something I was excited about, it wouldn't happen.

I was to go on a trip to Europe and blabbed about it all the time. Where I was going, what we were gonna do, you name it. Then, as the time approached, something fell through and the whole thing was off. I had to explain to all those people that the trip was cancelled. All my talk was just hot air and didn't mean anything.

It happened again several years later - the details are fuzzy now - but I think it was some concert I was itching to attend.

And, just the past Christmas, I made a big deal about friends vacationing with us and, you guessed it, something came up and they couldn't go anymore.

Those are just a few examples. I learned two valuable lessons:

1. I want what I say to mean something, to have weight, to be trusted.
2. If I really really want something to happen, I keep it a secret as much as possible - at least, I don't go around advertising it. What if I were to mention it one too many times and jinx myself?

These lessons do have their downfalls though: Hiding too much of yourself. And, there are other reasons I can be tight lipped...but, those topics are best left for later exploration.