Did you ever think you would run out of ideas? I think that's one of my greatest fears: not having new ideas. I like to talk with people, and much of the time - whether though fault of mine or, as I would like to believe, because I am simply so compellingly interesting - I do most of the talking. I have in the past found that I had nothing to say - and I wondered what we would then do. At some point I made the conscious decision to keep more things about myself to myself, lest I exhaust my intrigue and hold no more appeal.
I still think that's wise - but moreso to avoid flooding a conversation and get more information flowing the other way than because I fear I'll spend myself. New stuff may come in slowly at times, but I seem to have a good enough supply. That comforts me. But I shudder to think my ideas would ever cease their generation. Not only would I become a rather dull person to know - after I'd shared all I *used* to be - but I'd be a dull person to be. I don't even know that I would *be*, at all. I hope that never happens.