I am thankful for your manageable volume these days.
We were never friends, I know that. I came to terms with that fact years ago. Ever since, we pretty much had an ‘on-again, off-again relationship’.
For short periods of time, we were on the same page. We learned to be around each other; we got along.
But there were also phases in my life when I did not give you permission to grow so deafeningly loud — but you did not seem to care at all. You kept screaming at me, even in the middle of the night — and there was nothing on earth I could do to silence you. I kept trying to give you a voice, but you drowned and suffocated every word before it even had a chance to form.
Now, I am way better at keeping you reined in when it is needed. Unfortunately, I had to learn that the hard way.
In an effort to keep us both functional, happy, and well-rested (it benefits us both if you let me sleep), I will continue to try and find outlets in varying forms, so the raw force you possess (and I know you do) will not have the necessity to tackle me when I am completely off guard.
I really hope we can be friends one day.
You would be a powerful ally.
All the Best,
The (Over-)Thinker