Micro Entrepreneurism, Simple Living & Art
something about needing conversation. feedback. a push and pull. writing is my preferred form of thinking but it isnt my preferred form of communication because there isn’t any reaction unless the person on the other end is a writer too.
its like i write monologues for myself and then reread them over and over. I let other people listen. I ask other people to listen. But I never ask for them to talk, or interrupt, or offer their opinion, or maybe even their own monologue if they are ready and willing to offer it up. i like to write because it helps me to organize my thoughts. i can put words to the confusion much easier this way but it means that i am missing out on a critical and extremely necessary piece of the puzzle- interaction.
A conversation with someone, a real conversation, is an amazing entity. I treasure them. A good conversation is like a natural high. They leave me feeling refreshed, and alive, and invincibly ready to face the world. And it always the ones that I don’t expect that have the biggest impact. The tension of expecting to be able to create good conversation ruins the natural ebb and flow and never allows it to reach its fullest potential. Conversations need room to breath, to develop, to understand.