When I'm told I am taking to myself I have often jokingly replies that I do it because I am the only one who listens to me. That's really not a joke any more. Partly old age. Partly being surrounded by ass holes. But yesterday I intentionally talked to myself while working outside, letting myself say all of the things I don't say out loud. Over an hour I ranted letting it All Out. I was hoping it might release some tension. Nope. Pretty sure it made it worse!
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