Then Go Talk to a Wall

I've always wondered why people would want to blog, to expose themselves, their lives, their thoughts and their feelings to the great, vast unknown... knowing others will look at it, judge them from it, learn of them, their thoughts, their feelings, their very being... and yet also knowing that one might as well be talking to a dark void, a wall, yes...

Perhaps I understand now... How there are somethings, that you just want to yell out loud into the deep unknown, The cries of a desperate soul, the passionate yells of feelings too strong to withhold...

As much as it is frowned upon, monologues are perhaps one of the best ways of self-reflection... To look at oneself from a distant and seperated point of view... To consider yourself as a third person, to discuss, run through and perhaps try to see yourself as though you were someone else... A sign of insanity perhaps, or the musings of a lonely soul which no one can truly understand.

Who knew talking to a wall could be so comforting?

Squall: What am I supposed to say about other people's problems?

Quistis: I'm not asking you to say anything. I just want you to listen.

Squall: Then go talk to a wall.