Overcommunication

I work alone a lot. So much so that I overcompensate with over-gregariousness when I meet new people. I've met a lot of new people in the past few weeks, and I'm a bit put out by how much I've put myself out there. 

but, for my single self,
I had as lief not be as live to be
In awe of such a thing as I myself.

And yet it seems almost impossible for me to shutup about myself and assert all these things about myself. I managed to get a class instructor to bring up a website with my picture. I sit at the back of another class piping up stentorian. I'm at odds with my volume. 

Men at some time are masters of their fates:
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
But in ourselves, that we are underlings.

But the fact is that I am, because of the way I work, quite excited to learn about and meet men such as Thorn, Fei, Brin, Schultz, Lau, Kamath and especially Epstein as I have the past week. I work alone, and yet, there are these men who speak to my spirit; I find it very difficult to keep silent about myself to them. My stories come spilling out in the absence of drink. 

Enough said. Life is great. Sometimes handshakes are not enough.