You know the things I hear when I talk to myself? Yeah, they are the crazy, irreverent at times and sometimes thought provoking ramblings that end up making it on this island of scrawling. Every piece of the written word has a calculated purpose. I take a great deal of pride in what I allow out of this over concussed cerebrum for your eyes to read and hopefully enjoy. I find that I talk to myself a great deal these days. I'm not sure it is actually healthy or maybe it is a good thing. I mean, when you talk to yourself, it is harder to have a dissenting reply like you may get from a normal conversation. Well, until my alter-ego Bob decides to step into the conversation. Then all Hell can break loose. (Note to self, discuss with therapist Bob's current behavior).
There are days when I feel like I am really talking to a wall. You know, like asking your wife a question and you get nothing in response. Nothing. In my mind I think,
" What the hell? Did a properly constructed question not just emanate from my lips in your direction and at a volume in which you could hear and understand what I said? "
If so, then what's with the non responsiveness? You're not pale and pulse-less laying on the ground dead. Freaking respond. Say something, anything. A grunt, like the apes before us to simply acknowledge my presence. The worst is asking the kids what they want for dinner.
"Ok, then you will have brussel sprouts, pea soup and spam sandwiches."
So, I think this translates to everything in our lives. If you read something you like or dislike please take a moment to comment and respond to the penman. Let us all know, we are not just talking to the wall. To those who do leave a quick comment, God bless your considerate soul.
Keep on rocking in the free world, peace out.
5 comments:
Well I hear ya, and read ya! And, maybe, just maybe, your down time is just made for you so that you can talk to yourself..... Get in touch with the inner crazy, en-lightened one. Sometimes we are ignored for a reason.
Thanks so very much for your dear comments on my blog.
Blessings to you and yours this Easter Week/Season,
Kara
i know, isn't that the worst,. when i ask what they want for dinner all i get is i don't care....well i don't either, ya'll can have pb &j for all i care!! grrrr...i like to get comments too, just to see who i have pissed off, it's no fun when they don't respond!!
Oh man...this happens at an unbelievable frequency at our house...
The majority of my questions are treated at "rhetorical"...and they were not intended that way...
GRRRRRRRRRR
Happy Wednesday Tony! I would like a little surf and turf for dinner. :-p
You are NOT talking to the wall. I totally get where you are coming from. My kids all love to make me repeat myself more than once and it drives me bonkers.
You'll have to give me more info. on the place you honeymooned on St. John's. It sounds like a place I need to put on the books for the vacation without kids!
Have we talked before about living in Portland? Where are you? We just moved from West Linn.
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