Not that I'm particularly proud-to-the-point-of-sharing, just acknowledging. . . well, there's somewhere to start. I overuse the word "just". Just a little. In sentences like that. I suppose it's used to express the smallness/irrelevance of things. It's a fluff word, but compare: "'What did you do yesterday?' 'I murdered a guy.'" with: "'What did you do yesterday?' 'Y'know, I just murdered a guy. . .'" The latter seems like an insignificant point, the next question asked in that conversation could be "What do you want to have for lunch?", but I digress.
I also have a habit of trying to complete other people's sentences, as a sort of either a.) show of my *obvious* mind-reading abilities. b.) a mental power move, nonverbally communicating that the person who started the sentence has a predictable way of ending their sentences, and that thusly I am better than them. (Subconsciously. I'd never say that to anyone, I honestly have no idea why I do this, but pseudo-pyschoanalyzing my own behavior is one way to stop other people from doing it and finding something legitimately horrible and pyschoanalzable. I don't even know if I have such qualities, I guess this is sort of a subconscious precaution.) or c.), the option I'd like to choose: I'm just (there's that word again) overeager to express to the starter of the sentence that I understand what they're trying to say. I like having an understanding of people. Not that I want or expect people to be predictable, I just (damn.) like to be able to. . . understand. Explaining skills French The Llama.
That being explained as well as I can explain it, when someone DOESN'T complete their sentence in the way I answered it for them, it's embarrassing. This doesn't happen often, at least I think not. I only do this when the sentence has one logical/obvious ending. Erm, I hope. Example: (Fictional and over-exaggerated, I wasn't aware that this was annoying to people until my mother pointed it out. That was a while ago and I'm trying to stop this, really.)
PERSON: "Sorry I didn't call you, but my dog--"
ME: "--chewed your phone and broke it. It's fine, I understand."
PERSON: "No, actually, Archibald was killed in a horrible car accident and I was at the cremation ceremony and had my phone off in mourning. Bitch."
ME: *awkward pause*
And, in regard to How Much I Share With People, I think I'm somewhere between you both. I quite enjoy telling people stories/imparting my general knowledge upon them, but eventually (sometimes soon after, depending on how insecure/insane I'm being that day) I start to think:
*side 1 of self* "God, I should stop."
*side 2 of self* "But no, I shouldn't, because there's more I have to say. Anyway, they're still listening, so it's fine. Right? Wait, Are they just appearing interested out of politeness? Who cares?"
*side 1 of self* "No, srsly, SHUT YOUR FACE ATTENTION WHORE!!1!!!!one"
*side 2 of self* "The other half of me is a troll? LULZ. Noooo, someone is paying attention to me and I LIKE it. Hence I *may* be said attention whore. I don't know. . . nor do I care. Except kind of. Except I shouldn't. Except I should, because being a self-professed attention whore is BAD and is a trait that must be CORRECTED, yes? No? *explodes*"
This inner dialogue can go on after the conversation has stopped, because that's just (grrr) the type of thing I worry about after the fact; whether I should have stopped approx. 2 sentences ago or whether I should have started at all.
And this is why I love the Internet, I can go on about whatever for as long as I feel necessary. Thank you, Internet, and thank you, people who read this. :D