So, I surfed the google webpage, saw every possible meaning of “Gobbledygook” and what I got, was-
The term gobbledygook was coined by Maury Maverick, a former congressman from Texas and former mayor of San Antonio. During WWII he sent a memorandum that said: "Be short and use plain English. ... Stay off gobbledygook language." Gobbledygook initially means a nonsense language or a language that is meaningless or is made unintelligible. So you get an image of what Gobbledygook really is! Maybe it’s all about being intentionally or sometimes even unintentionally (though often intentionally) inexpressible to others. Now what makes a person Gobbledygook? Or rather running behind a fantasied answer, What makes me a Gobbledygook?
Well, I intentionally try to be inexpressible or rather remain stupid.
It's because the people I've met were either resistant to my fully conscious self or were way more prompting than me.
I still remember a person, not in my fantasies but in my illusionary life, who was resistant to my fully conscious self. I still remember the way we parted our ways, not because we had some great fight or some trust issue, but because that person couldn't bear the things I said. He/she couldn't accept what I felt at the moment, what I wanted from him/her and thus went far away, leaving me shattered and dumbfounded.
I learnt quite much from that time, only to be overturned at the very next instance. I learnt to be rather a bit more of a listener than an expresser, a bit more of being trustworthy than being the trustee, a bit more of nodder than a prompt. And that's when I met another one.
I remember yet another person, who was way more prompting, ever ready with their stuff. I heard and heard and heard until he/she fell silent and left- I heard him/her speak, I heard him/her laugh, I heard him/her cry and I heard the silence with which he/she left.
And ever since, I have become a Gobbledygook, a rather inexpressible self of mine, who stammers to speak and pulls back only to let others speak their stuff, listen to them and rather sound nuisance from my side only to let them go on and rather not leave. I can't afford to lose anyone anymore.
I have seen people leave when I spoke, I have seen people leave when I didn't. I have seen people leave without listening to me. So I have chosen the midway- being a listener and an inexpressible self of mine. And thus, I am Gobbledygook.