sharing to much

Last night, I was out for a friends birthday, and we were attempting to catch up in the small span of two hours. As each of us were talking about what has happened to us over the past couple of months, the server came over and asked if we were ready. I'm not really sure what compelled me to do it, but I blurted out that I was breastfeeding and that I secretly ate 9 muffins the night before. I'm not sure why I did this, was it to make myself feel better? or maybe it was me preparing the server, that I was going to order to much food and it's because I'm breastfeeding, so it's okay. Whatever the reason, it happened and it made me feel better. The world knew I ate 9 muffins....In the kitchen, in the dark, at in the morning. Not the point. For the rest of the night I had this urge to blurt out indecent details about my life. For example, sharing, that while having sex with my husband, I started to lactate uncontrollably and then begin to cry. It was a monumental moment in my life and I was telling it in description. What an image to paint for my dear friends. But it came blurting out non the less, and it made me feel better. The main course came out and my word vomit continued. I disclosed to much perhaps, but they continued to laugh and it made me feel better. Was my word vomit another skill for survival? Was this my natural instincts coming out so I wouldn't go insane with secret shameful stories. Probably. It definitely helped me get through another day. Although I may have scarred them for life as I also compared my breasts to have to same consistency as a tin can being rolled up with a tin pin. So there you have it, maybe I have to mentally scar others just so I know we are all in the same page whether or not they are in same boat as me...... they are now haha