I used to be one of those people who just blurted out whatever I thought about someone, but I am getting a little better these days.
I blamed my mother - who was the queen of insensitive comments - for this trait, but I decided long ago that you cannot go through life - even early adult life - continually blaming your upbringing for your behaviour, let alone as you start to enter old age.
Sometimes saying what you really think does some good, though.
I had a good friend who was having a bit of a crisis aged about 40, and she would come round almost every night and end up weeping all over our kitchen table. She had good reason to blame her mother for the way she turned out, but after a while, her visits became extremely taxing. I discovered that my well of sympathy was not bottomless after all, and we both began to hanker for a normal, peaceful evening after about 2 weeks of her emotional outpourings.
One night, she sobbed and spluttered out the same question one too many times, and so I gave her the correct answer.
"What am I going to do?", she wailed.
"I'll tell you what you are going to do," I said, "You are going to PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER!"
She stopped blubbing for a few seconds and looked at us thoughtfully through rheumy eyes before saying, "That's exactly what my psychoanalyst said after my last visit."
And he was being payed for it!
Next time she came round, she was back to her old, cheerful self. I could have saved her a lot of money years ago.