I like to think of myself as an honest person. I will tell you just about anything you want to know. More than you want to know probably.
Example: the first time my husband ever called me (to ask me out on a date- how cute!) his first question: "What are you doing?" Pretty regular question. My response, not so regular.
My reply went something like this: "I really wanted brownies but I didn't have an electric mixer. Since I am a poor college student, I don't have any money to buy one. So I decided I needed to sell some of my clothes to get some money. I've done that, and now I'm on my way to Walmart to get the mixer.
Wow. In hindsight I realize I could have just said I was driving...
My time in China furthered my TMI illness because the Chinese will ask just about anything. Annnd I am more than happy to answer. How much do you weigh? How much money do you make? How much money do you have?
Taking this a step further, I also don’t mind talking about my personal struggles from ages ago because, well, they are from ages ago. While they've impacted who I am today, they are not part of my everyday story at the moment.
Despite being astoundingly willing to share just about anything, I can't seem to make myself talk about my current issues though.