"YOU TALK TOO MUCH" KE?

Growing up, I was told I talk too much. My parents believed I would either end up a lawyer or a mass communicator because I talk! Even as a child, my constant disturbance knew no end.

However, as I grew older, if there’s one insult that never got to me, it was “Favour, you talk too much!” Do you know why?

I knew! From day one, I had been told I talk a lot. I went home with report cards that read, “She talks a lot.” So there’s no way you could get me to feel bad about my talkative nature.

It got even better when I learned that my surname, in literal terms, means “There’s nothing the mouth cannot say.”

So, as someone tries to tear me down for being loud, I’m unbothered, anchored by a degree of knowing. I would even go as far as telling the person that my surname suggests I can’t be quiet, and just like that, they would back off.

Now, it’s funny how this same person would almost hit depression if she was insulted from another angle. If you so much as mentioned that I looked fat in school, I would surely cry when I got home.

How could I be so confident and unbothered over being called lousy, yet I couldn’t stand a “fatty” joke?

That was when it occurred to me that I didn’t mind being called talkative because I had come to understand it. Yes, I talk a lot, and yes, I love talking. I’ve made it into a worthy title, so I don’t receive it as an insult. I accept it so well that it feels like a compliment.

On the other hand, I hated being called fat. I didn’t want to even be associated with the word, let alone understand it. And as much as I detested the term, it would always be an insult.

Dearest reader, do you see the difference?

It’s all based on how I see it. If, for instance, being called fat to me meant a sign of healthy living or evidence of living well, then it wouldn’t be a big deal.

I once read that what we think about experiences is mostly a reflection of how we feel about them rather than what they truly are.

Insults, among other things, are neutral.

They only carry weight or effect based on who they come from, how you view them, your unresolved trauma regarding the word, and your emotional attachment to what was said.

But once we begin to see everything as feedback, which it is, and introduce reasonable analysis into that feedback, then a lot of things will have less effect on us.

Essentially, the goal is knowing. If you tell me my head is big and I know it is, I shouldn’t be pissed, right? If I am, that suggests a lack of self-evaluation somewhere in me, doesn’t it?

The same way, if I know I’m dark-skinned and you come and tell me I’m fair, I can’t seriously be angry. Come on, I have a mirror. You’ve got to be joking or high to say such nonsense.

Now, from knowing, there’s coming to terms — accepting, understanding, and living in that consciousness.

I know I’m loved by God, hence, I live with the consciousness of the infinite love I embody.

I know I’m a talkative, hence, I construct my sentences better and ensure that even as I speak, I’m dishing out wisdom.

You see am?

Very cutesy.

Very IKnowMe.

Very YourWordGatNothingOnMe.

@favvy_Okwans🖤.