Wall Talker

If I was ever given a Native American name it would be One Who Talks To Walls. I am a wall talker and I have been all my life. To be a wall talker does not mean I have to stand directly in front of a wall and carry on a conversation. It just means that I am basically talking to myself when I am at home by myself. There is no one there so I am just "talking to the walls". I do this because I have things to get off my chest and I don't necessarily want or need anyone around to comment on my thoughts. Truthfully, I do most of my talking when I am very upset. I once heard that the worst things are said at the beginning of a heated argument. Mostly the words are cruel and meaningless because they don't really have anything to do with the real problem. It is mostly name calling and trash talk. The real crux of the situation gets lost in the painful verbal exchanges. So, I talk to walls. I am actually rehearsing what I would say when I need to clear my chest, so to speak. By constantly repeating what I want to say, I am able to "cut to the chase" and get to the real source of the problem. It works so well that by the time I have narrowed down my argument points to only those that apply, I find that I am "all argued out". I have talked myself through the situation and decided not to pursue it any further. Or maybe I'm just too tired from all the talking. I don't know. I'd like to think I'm a better person for having calmed down and made peace with the situation. Maybe I just gave up. Or did I remind myself that not all battles need to be fought? So One Who Talks To Walls has been very verbal lately. A lot of heartache and pain. Some real, some perceived. If the walls could talk, what a story they would tell. In all my wall talks I have never heard them reply. Yet. I'm thankful.