Talking To Myself

"I feel like when I’m talking to you, I’m talking to myself," I said.

"Huh?" she said.

"I mean, I feel safe when I talk to you. It’s like I’m talking to myself. I feel that degree of safety. I know you’re not going to use what I say to hurt me. It’s a compliment."

"OK," she said.

I lead many separate lives and let almost nobody into all of them.

When friends from my different lives come together, it makes me anxious.

I want a few safe harbors where I can dock and not feel worried about being blogged.

My writing comes first in my life — except for a handful of relationships. But without them, I find little solace in writing.

I can only get close to people if I promise not to write about them but I can only write well if I can get close to people.

Without close connections, I drift. My life has no meaning.

I can only write well if I write passionately and I can only feel passion by getting inside of people.

"Please do this for me. It’s for my writing."

About Luke Ford

I've written five books (see My work has been covered in the New York Times, the Los Angeles Times, and on 60 Minutes. I teach Alexander Technique in Beverly Hills (
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