After writing last week’s post about how to journal through your emotions about acne, I thought of something a bit quirky.
I love writing out my thoughts and feelings in order to get them out of my head and get them organized so I can work through them. But then I realized that there’s something else I do that does the same thing:
I talk to myself. A lot.
It comes naturally to me, and I do it without even thinking (not when anyone else is around of course).
I would argue journaling has the advantage since it keeps a record, but talking to yourself is certainly faster and doesn’t hurt your hand. And sure you could substitute talking to an actual person, but the air is always there and it never judges you. It always understands.
I do feel ‘talking to the air’ is a more accurate term for what I do than ‘talking to myself’. Or maybe it’s actually God or Gaia or the Universe, or whatever you want to call it, that I’m talking to. Who knows for sure.
But to the air, I’ve been known to tell entire stories of my life and anger and frustration and tales of the comeback I didn’t make and the confrontation I’m going to start with that person who made me mad.
And the air, it listens very quietly – just like it were my best friend, or the person on the other end of my accusations who no longer has anything to say. It never talks back.
The air sits and listens as I repeat myself over and over again trying to get my story – or my comeback – or my argument – just right. It never complains about my broken record.
It never wonders why I feel a certain way, or tells me to just get over it, or that it’s not a big deal. It never covers its ears as I shout and yell about how angry or disappointed I am.
And then it allows me to pass that emotion off into the world, so I don’t have to take it out on others or on myself.
The air is my best friend. Or the universe is. Or I’m my best friend. I don’t know, but either way, talking to myself is something I have always done and I don’t think it’s the least bit crazy.
I think a good chin wag with yourself is perfectly healthy. I know I always feel better after a good conversation with the ether.
Do you talk to yourself? Surely I can’t be the only one! ha!