Talk to Me! Just talk to me! I promise to be good—just like a shelter doggie desperate for a new home—and not mention any of my problems. I promise to please you and only you by saying that everything—yes, everything, including the most painful stuff—doesn’t exist. I will lie and tell you that it’s not true, and that I made it all up. Everything is great, peachy keen, as they used to say decades ago. Problems? What problems? You must be kidding. I am doing fantastic! Can’t you see (oh, I forget you can’t see me) by the look on my face how well things are going? Just talk to me! I am tired of talking to a wall—your wall—when you don’t respond.
Talk to Me!