Tempting to think that nobody's listening

That's when it's my favourite time to write. It's perverse and contrary I know, but I never really wrote for the comments or even for interaction. Sometimes to be noticed, but enjoying the noticing being at a distance, reported somewhere else, not here, not directly, not to my face.

I've spent lots of time standing up and saying stuff. It's not a fear of doing that, of standing by what I think and saying it out loud. It's more a weariness with the to and fro. It's a desire for life to be more like a Quaker meeting. Just say what's on your mind and let others do the same. Maybe we'll talk about it another time, but not here, not now, not while it's still fresh.

And it's not an aversion to the people who I associate with. It's not about you, really, it is about me. It's not that I don't value what you have to say, just that there's so much value for me in reflective writing without being interrupted or answered or even heard.

I hear me. That's enough. Until it's not. And then I can find ears to listen. Always.

Till then.