I often find myself as the listener, the observer, the one who quietly absorbs the world around me. I sit back, nodding at the right moments, offering a word here and there, while others spill their thoughts and stories, their words cascading like a rushing river.
I’m the one who holds space, who lets them pour out their hearts, their worries, their joys. My yapper, that hyperactive part of me, only awakens when I’m truly comfortable — when I’m with someone who doesn’t just hear me, but understands me.
In the company of most, I’m content to listen, to be the sounding board for their ideas, the quiet echo to their louder voice. I’ve learned to read between the lines, to pick up on the unsaid, to decipher the emotions hidden in their tone. It’s a role I’ve grown into, a place where I feel safe.
But deep down, I hope that all the yappers, those who speak with such passion and energy, find their listeners too — the ones who will not just hear, but truly listen.
Because I know what it’s like to be on the other side, to be the one who keeps most thoughts tucked away, waiting for that rare moment of connection. My yapper self, the one who dreams and wonders and questions out loud, only emerges when I’m with someone who sees me for who I am, not just for what I say. It’s in those rare, precious connections that I feel free to speak, to let my thoughts run wild without fear of misunderstanding.
So, I hope that all the yappers out there find their listener, the one who doesn’t just tolerate their chatter but revels in it. I hope they find someone who can keep up with the rhythm of their words, who can follow the twists and turns of their thoughts without getting lost. Someone who understands that their endless talking isn’t just noise, but a reflection of a mind that’s always racing, always searching, always yearning to be understood.
And I hope that when they find that listener, they cherish them, knowing that true understanding is a rare and beautiful thing. Because in those moments of connection, when a yapper finds their listener and the listener finds their voice, something magical happens. The world becomes a little bit smaller, a little bit brighter, and the distance between two souls is bridged by words, by understanding, by a shared moment of connection.
