There was a time in my life when other people likely viewed me as being too much. I was generally under the influence of substances, I believe, when people thought that about me.
I was probably too loud. I might have been too intense.
I am sure I appeared too emotional, despite walking around with my feelings completely numbed. The irony of me being too much in those days was that every action of too-much-ness really had its genesis in me not feeling like I was enough.
Being too much was about compensating for not-enough-ness. If I was too much, loved ones couldn't live without me.
If I was too much, friends would see how much I had to offer. If I was too much, coworkers and bosses would understand that they needed me on their team in order to succeed.