Speaking to the Wall

I had hoped that by posting the link to this blog on my Facebook page I would get some response from somebody—that something I have said would resonate with someone and stimulate them to reply. Not gonna happen, I guess. I enjoy writing this blog; writing it has turned out to be therapeutic for me. But a speaker wants to be heard, after all, and a thinker wants to be challenged.

I guess I can understand on some level why people don't want to engage. I have to admit that I have a take-no-prisoners style of stream of consciousness writing. I admit that I am wordy and long winded, prone to wander off on rabbit trails, and frequently florid and over the top. Too, what I've written is very confessional and very personal. I've shared a lot of agony. It's as if I'm trying to exorcise my demons in Macy's window. It could be considered pretty exhibitionist. People don't want to engage; they just want to turn away.

People might not like my style. People might not like my story. People might not like me baring my soul so much. Still, I am what I am, and it's too late for me to change. So, I will continue to write—for myself, I guess—and maybe I'll find myself responding from time to time. Why not add split personality to my other admirable traits?