As much as I love words, I often find I leave many things unsaid.
Do I tell my children and other family members I love them? of course.
Do I say everything I want to say when I see my friends? probably not.
I tend to be a listener, an observer, and I often turn the conversation back to the person I am with. With a couple questions, I can change the subject and just listen. It is easier than holding up my end of the conversation – especially if the subject is touchy. I’m not talking about politics and religion here. I’m talking about the state of the friendship, interpersonal issues.
It’s not that I don’t have much to say; it’s that I don’t always know what to say, or if it is the right time to say it. I’m never sure just what my audience, that is the friend I am talking to, will tolerate.
That’s why I write.
When people recognize themselves or others in my posts, they often contact me; it opens the door to further discussion.
When those folks are on the dense side, they don’t even realize I am describing them – and I don’t get any push-back. But that also means there is no resolution and the issues remain in limbo. It’s a cowardly way to operate, isn’t it?