Another reason is I don't want to seem self-absorbed or pre-occupied with things that aren't either excellent gossip or beneficial to the majority of listeners. If I bring something up simply out of the blue, that I need to get off my chest, doesn't that make me selfish? Maybe I feel this way because so many people I associate with ONLY talk about themselves. I could be standing there with a bleeding head wound, and they would still be going on and on and on about how they hope their kid makes the yearbook staff this year.
The final reason I don't talk about things that aren't already on the table is fear. The reason certain topics never arise is because I go to great lengths to make sure they don't. I avoid talking about them because, although I am pretty much consumed by them, they scare me too much. I am afraid that uttering what eats at me will only give it life and push me down a never-ending staircase. I'll be left alone to confront what I hate, what makes me sad, what chases me in my nightmares. It'll take over and I won't be able to function.
So unless somebody happens to say, "Hey Deb, let's discuss your deepest fears and biggest problems," they will stay neatly tucked away inside my soul. And, if perchance, someone does happen to go there, I'll probably just lie and tell them everything's peachy.
"Not a care in the world. And, hey, how 'bout those Redskins?"