I could talk for hours about nothing. I'm just one of those people. Yeah, one of those, the ones that would talk to a tree if you left them there with it for a substantial amount of time. I raise my voice when I get excited. My hands add the emphasis that my speech seems to need. I try to say what I mean, but that doesn't always work.

Most importantly, I suppose it's what you have to say. But then again, it's not only what you have to say, but also how you say it.

Are you going to use the words that are going to rip someone into two and leave them on the floor ? Are you going to gently sashay around the issue whilst making pleasantries about the weather? Are you going to sit them down with your hand on their knee and let it all go in a tired, clichéd monologue? Are you even going to bother trying to find the right empty words (because there are some things that nothing can fix) ?

It's about ripping out a part of yourself and laying it on the line for everyone to see and do with it what they want. Too often, we forget to say what we really mean to one another. It's about being painfully honest with yourself, answering yourself truthfully:

Am I saying what they want to hear?
Am I saying what I need to say?
Or am I saying what they should hear?

I'm not going to pretend that it doesn't hurt (in one direction or in both). I'm not going to pretend that everything always works out in the end if we all "talk about it" enough. I'm not even going to pretend that I always practice what I preach.

It's just that it seems so easy in theory.

If only theories always worked out.