Communication is whose key?

One of the biggest parts of being an only child is that you aren’t around other children all that often. I come from a pretty large family, but except for holidays I don’t remember being around them often when I was younger. This means that I spent A LOT of time being around adults, and from what I’m told communicated as a small adult as soon as I could string sentences. I have heard the same exact comments made by friends who are only children or their families as well. I also remember playing a lot by myself, and talking to the mirror in whatever fun filled adventure my imagination conjured up.

Every job that I have ever had deals with being able to communicate. I’ve worked the drive thru at Taco Bell, waiting tables, and lord knows that being a technical phone monkey was all about communication.

“Yes, right click on the BIG BLUE E”

Even today my job is all about communication, and I deal with difficult people every day. Working in my business there are a lot of old timers who remember how business was done before I could walk. I have worked hard to be able to relay in a professional way that it’s not twenty years before, and business does not work the same way.

So, how did I get here? I am easily someone with a natural gift of gab, and a pretty open mind, and not afraid to open my mouth. How did I end up not being able to communicate in some of the most basic of ways? I have a hard time in saying how I feel deep down inside. It’s easy for me to give someone my opinion, or give advice to others. The really hard part is having my insecurities come out of my mouth. I am a walking billboard for my faults, at least the ones that are very visible. The ones that I know that it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to pick up on. I have no problem giving up that information, but don’t ask me how I feel deep down. I have such a hard time truly opening up, being vulnerable, and making myself a target. As long as I continue to hold those walls I am not really sure how I’ll move forward.

They say that alcohol is truth serum, and there is no difference in my case. Get me drunk and I’ll spill my guts, but only because the next day I won’t know I did it. Sad, pathetic? Of course. Unhealthy? Oh hell yeah. The way I work, for now at least...

Yes.

Comments

[Eathan]

I'm learning more and more about you every day. I think you're normal for the only child. I've noticed alot of the same things from other friends in your situation. You're just the only one that will admit it.