I am the family blabber-mouth. I've come to terms with it and accepted it. That doesn't mean I tell everybody everything. If I hear something that I know would hurt someone else, or I think they can't handle, I keep it to myself. My family and I suppose even my friends, operate at some other level. They view some secrets as power, a power they can bestow on you, if it behooves them to do so, or a power they can withhold, if they deem you unworthy. My tendency is to dispel this power by blabbing it to the whole world. It's like the hero's have discovered, if you expose the secrets, they no longer have power.
They are also much more private than I am. While I don't mind telling you how many times I've gone to the bathroom, or how much money we lost with our crooked contractor, or my opinions of anyone or anything, others in my family keep this stuff close to their vest. They're uncomfortable sharing it. I can't fully understand this, but I do respect it as much as I can. Sometimes, it doesn't occur to me that what I am sharing with someone else is classified as private to another person. That's when the trouble starts!
I have recently discovered that two separate family members live in fear that I will rant on this blog about them and publicly expose them in one way or another. I think one family member thinks I've already done this (go check out the post now - you no longer exist). I want to assure them all that ranting about my family, and friends too for that matter, will be taboo subjects on this blog from this point on. You may all feel free to live your peaceful, secret lives.